It was Tim's turn to make dinner--which almost always meant takeout. Tonight was Indian food--which Tim choose almost entirely because the place on the corner made the best kheer he'd ever had in his life. He carried the bags with him up the stairs to the apartment and let himself in ( Read more... )

Tim waited until he was sure that Cissie would be home again before calling her. Conn had told him all about what she had done, where she had ended up, and the ensuing fight. He... wasn't going to yell. Really. But come on. He knew she had more sense than that.