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hell? It’s so unlike you. I’ve traveled with you before and
you’ve never even needed to check a bag!”
    I know I can’t let this question slide again,
so I decide to get it over with and see what happens. “Actually, yeah,” I say.
    “Yeah, what?” Leslie replies, curiously.
    “I’d like to…um…move the fuck in, if that’s
okay.” I query, self-consciously, adjusting my necklace and looking around the
house to see if any of the other roommates are around to hear this request.
    “Blimey,” Frank replies, “I thought you were
trying to get up the duff with your bloke back in Chicago.”
    “Chicago? What?” I question.
    “FRANK!” Leslie bites, “Shut the fuck up, you loud
cow! Sorry, Fin. Frank knows everything…he’s my gay boyfriend. We talk—it
can’t be helped.”  
    “What does he know, exactly?” I question, still
totally confused.  
    “He knows you’re trying to have a baby with
Brody,” she says, glaring at Frank. “Back in Kansas— not Chicago, Frank!” Leslie finishes, looking at me,
apologetically.
    It’s like a cold bucket of ice-water has been
dumped on top of my head. I’m not prepared for this conversation. I knew I’d
have to have it eventually, but I feel sideswiped. I’m still trying to decipher
the odd jumble of words that came out of Frank’s mouth. Even if he is Leslie’s
gay boyfriend, a little word of warning would have been nice.
    Frank interrupts my shock and says the only
logical thing anyone could in this moment, “This seems like a chat best had
over drinkies . Come along, loves!”
    Frank grabs my arm and pulls me out the door
and down the concrete steps. I follow them around the corner to a pub just two
blocks away. The pub is dark, with old wood and hunter-green carpet all over.
It smells like musty beers have been spilled on it for centuries and never been
properly cleaned.
    “ Zoey , three pints of
our usual, please. On the double—we got trouble over here!” Frank states,
grandly, to the room full of strangers. No one appears to give a damn what this
lanky redhead is talking about, so I don’t lose much thought over it.
    “Spill, Fin. Now!” Leslie demands, looking at
me with earnest eyes.
    “Christ, Lezzie, at least let the bitch have a
drink first,” Frank replies.
    Frank is like no one I’ve met before. His sharp
tongue and dry wit are extremely appealing to me. I find people with no filters
refreshing; I always know where I stand with them. I think I’ve heard him say
more curse words than anything else so far, and I’ve only known him five
minutes, but he has a way about him that makes me feel comfortable.
    The waitress brings over three large glasses of
dark beer; I grab mine, nervously. Do I
like dark beer? I’m not sure I’ve ever tried it.
    I sip it gingerly at first and immediately
taste the chocolaty-coffee richness to it. Yes.
Yes, I like dark beer. I take three large gulps, wincing slightly at the
lack of coldness as it travels down my throat. Beer in America is ice cold,
which makes it so easy to drink. Maybe dark beer isn’t served cold?
    Leslie and Frank’s eyes are glaring at me with
anticipation.
    I can already feel the effects of the beer in
my head, so I know it’s time to spill.
    “I’ve left Brody,” I say, before losing my
nerve.
    “What. The. Fuck?” Leslie asks, slowly, her
auburn bob framing her face closely as her jaw drops.
    “It’s over, we’re done. I’m done. I can’t do us anymore,” I reply, taking three more
large gulps of my beer as Leslie and Frank gape at me.
    “Wait, you dumped him, or he dumped you?” she
asks.
    “I don’t know why that matters,” I reply.
    “Just fucking tell me, Fin!” she throws at me,
angrily.
    “I ended it, okay? But it doesn’t matter; it
would have ended anyway. There’s no point in continuing things,” I say, as I
take another gulp.
    Frank clears his throat, “So you’re moving
here—to London? You want to live with us?”
    “I mean, yeah, if