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- You took me out for dinner, once.
- “Let’s play a game,” you said, after the dreadlocked waitress took us to our seats at The Little Snail. All around us were smoke and faces. Hoots and boots. A man with a hat pulled low over one eye sat on the stage and played a jazzy tune on the trumpet. There was smoke and everything glowed red.
- “What’s the game?” I put my hands under my chin and kind of leaned forward, in that way teen magazines told you to do if you wanted to look engaged.
- “Spot The Traumatized Person,” you said.
- I looked at you funny. “How can you tell?” What I didn’t ask was, Why?
- You peered out the window. The light from the stage made your face look red and shadowy, like a mask dipped in red molasses.
- “It is difficult,” you said, “because sometimes they’re not inside. They are out there.”
- We watched a woman wearing a visor walk her dog across the street. A man waved his hand dramatically while talking into his headset, and a group of children fed each other ice cream while an old couple loaded groceries into the back of their van.
- The waitress came back with our orders. I had cherry pie while you had pecan. You also had alcohol, which you passed to me when no one was looking. I took a sip, because it seemed like the thing to do.
- “Did you find any?” I asked, fighting back the bitter taste.
- “Just one,” you said.
- I looked around us. A small crowd cheered on some sports playoff being broadcasted on the TV. A group of older kids sat by the bar counter and texted on their phones more than they talked to each other. A couple with matching leather collars shared a kiss by the doorway.
- I didn’t see the trauma.
- But you were leaning in. You forked a large chunk out of my pie, which you then popped into your mouth with a gleeful expression.
- “My bad,” you said. Your lips curved upward. Your eyes were teasing. It was almost like you were daring me to do something about it.
- I didn’t.
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