First she was anxious to come up with something to say. But then she came okay with this. She would be okay not coming up with something to say for years. Whenever it was that she finally figured out how to reach out to him. It would be like no time had passed.
That was the kind of relationship they had. Up in
Spacecity
. Then again. Who was she to assume things would be the same. After all these years.
She knew it was dumb. But it was how she felt.
Cal had began drinking a lot in the past few weeks. Getting a gut. And she noticed his beard. Very patchy. Not full and lush like Keith's. Marianna thought of ways to try to get Cal to go clean shaven. None of her cues worked Cal seemed to prefer the patchy beard. Or rather, he preferred not having to add another chore onto his list.
He didn't do much with his days. And yet he made it out like he was always busy. After returning from work, the most common thing for Cal to do was crack open a beer, watch TV while staring at his phone at the same time.
If Keith were to shave, he would probably shave every day. Maybe even twice a day. Super clean. Straight razor. Sweeney Todd style.