Chapter 13

Amal helped Henry pack in silence, for the most part. They placed books in boxes, argued about toilet roll placement, dismantled the computer, pried the katana off of the mantle, and left the couch for the next poor renter to worry about. Amal’s mouth had stopped moving, but his mind picked on the slack.

Amal recalled his first encounter of Henry. At a college kegger, Amal, bored, started offering a sale of his “Tarantino fanfiction” to anyone sober enough to liste...