‘What? I heard my name and ‘make out’ in the same sentence,’ she winked at me. ‘Why, do you want to? Maybe in front of Steve again?’ ‘Sp...aking of him, where is that son of a bitch?’ Cody asked, looking around. ‘I saw him trying and failing to build a lean-to,’ Nate chimed in, coming over to join the circle. ‘Cody, could I share your shelter? I can’t seem to build mine.’ ‘Be my guest, you’re a hell of a lot better than either of the other two guys. And at least you tried to build one, unlike. And I said “mom, ask Priya about that. she very much enjoyed that. Please, mom, let me explain.” Saying that I went near her and touched her hand gently. Suddenly​ she took off my hand and said: “son, just explain without​ touching me.” And I said “mom, it won’t be explained without touching. Please, let me do this only once.” Then, She remained silent for a while, and I held her face with my hands and we too are seeing each other and I gently kissed her forehead, cheeks and my lips finally. She stared at me, then nodded once. “I wanted to see if she gives head as good as you say. And she does.”I breathed heavily through flared nostrils. “You live in my house,” I growled, “you eat my food, and you fuck my ex. Can you please at least do some fucking dishes?”She moved slightly towards me in a menacing way, then stood and stomped to the kitchen. I watched her stalking away, the back of her head, the black tank-top and green pajama shorts. I chugged my beer and sat there, listening to. No Coney Island white fish for the crows to pinch.” [A pause for mirth, or perhaps more accurately, a pause for the hope of reaction.]“And this year we’re more than honored to have with us Mohammad Kenyatta, representative from His Honor, the Mayor. His Honor is rocking at Gracie Mansion, but we all know he’d rather be rolling with here us.” [So why doesn’t he pick up some garbage, too,” from a fellow with his hat on backward.]“And let’s give a hand to Lt. Randy Escoveda, Central Park Precinct..