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has.”
    “You are the worst when we play charades,” Lissie replied.
    Zoe shrugged and pressed start on the timer. Before I could even begin, Lenny shouted, “Iago! Wait, no, that’s too kind.”
    “I haven’t even begun yet.”
    “Haven’t you?” Lenny interrupted.
    “And Iago is a character.” I crumpled the torn piece of paper into my hand. “Not a movie, book, song, or TV show.” Lenny seethed, silently sipping her drink. Even though Lenny sat on the couch and I was standing up, it felt like we were battling, like the world had fallen away and we were on our own island exchanging blows.
    Sometimes I thought it would be better that way, if we fought with fists instead of with words. I’d exchanged punches with men and shared drinks right after. The way Lenny and I fought was so much deeper, so much crueler, and we didn’t share drinks after.
    “What drink number is that?” I dared.
    “Maybe we should switch up teams!” Zoe exclaimed, throwing tawny arms in the air. “I’m obviously the best. It’s almost cruel to pair me with someone.”
    “Wait, wait.” Lissie reached across Lenny on the couch, placing a hand on Zoe’s thigh. “Are you seriously proposing we watch you battle yourself?”
    “What are you, my babysitter?” Lenny stood up, violently shucking Lissie’s hand off her waist. There was a stillness in the aftermath as all eyes turned toward us.
    Lissie, Zoe, and Grace all exchanged glances. “I have a feeling charades is over,” Grace said.
    “At least the game is,” Zoe remarked.
    “I really don’t want it to be,” I growled. “But since you’ve been acting like a child…”
    “It’s a party Vic—oh wait, it was a party, meaning we have fun.” Lennox took another sip of what looked like straight liquor and continued, “So lighten the fuck up.”
    “What is wrong with you?” I grabbed her arm, pulling her toward me. I had such a strong urge to shake her, to pull her out of whatever fugue she was in. We used to fight hard, but then we fucked harder.
    Now we just fought.
    And we cut.
    And we bled.
    But we couldn’t keep wounding each other without death.
    “What is wrong with me?” Lenny dropped her drink to the ground, using her free hand to grasp my shirt. “I found a life insurance policy that will pay out millions if I die. Do I need to mention where I found that policy Vic?”
    I glared. “Should we do this in front of company?”
    “If your head wasn’t so far up your ass you would notice that they’d already left.” I paused and looked around. The party had indeed moved out. The only people left were me and Lennox. I sighed, placed a hand to my temple, and tried to take a step back but Lenny kept her fist to my shirt. I raised a brow.
    “You know what hurts the most?” she asked, releasing her grip. “That it wasn’t shocking. I found the policy and I wasn’t shocked. Do you have things hidden in the walls, too, Vic? Am I going to find skeletons beneath the layer of drywall?”
    I folded my arms. “Of course not.”
    “Don’t act like it’s such a ridiculous accusation, Vic!” Lenny bent down and picked up her empty glass. Dusting it off, she walked over to the bar, but not before waving back at me to say, “It is us we’re talking about.”
    “So I have some things under the floor; it’s not as if you discovered the Rosetta Stone down there.”
    Lenny scoffed and walked back to me, drink and policy in hand. “Then what the fuck is this, Vic?”
    “You know what that is.”
    “Why do you have it?”
    “Why were you rifling through my stuff?”
    “I wasn’t rifling. I tripped over the goddamn floorboard and your secrets came spilling out! I don’t even want to touch on the fact that you have shit hidden in the floorboards. It took enough of me to comprehend your secret Batman lair, but this? Why?”
    I rubbed my temples. “Can we not today, Lennox?”
    “It’s an insurance policy, Vic! It’s over a million dollars and it’s in my