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He sat back down.

—That's fucked.

—Sorry.

—What sorry? Fucked up inbred kills someone with the phone, what are you sorry about?

—I don't know. Feels like it's my fault.

We stared at the phone.

Chev cupped his chin in his hand, clicked his thumb ring against one of his earrings.

—No way I can look at that kitchen every day.

He stood.

—We got to move out of here, man.

I nodded.

—Do you think?

He looked at me.

—Are you being a smartass? Are you being a smartass about a guy getting bludgeoned with a phone in my apartment?

I held my thumb and forefinger an inch apart.

—Little bit?

He shook his head.

—Looks like someone's feeling better.

He started for the door.

—Long as you're all chipper, you call the landlady and tell her we're out at the end of the month.

I stood.

—Where you going?

—The shop.

—Hang on, I'll come with.

He opened the door.

—Uh-uh, fuckwit, you have some disturbing shit to dispose of before I get home.

He pointed at the phone and the table.

—Those. Gone. And anything else that got. Stuff on it.

He looked at the kitchen.

—Telling you, Web, a weaker man than me, he'd have quit your shit long ago.

I shrugged.

—Must be my abundant charm.

SECRET SKELETONS

—So what now?

—I don't know for sure.

Po Sin stirred the ice cubes at the bottom of his glass.

—You gonna go back to teaching?

I thought about the classroom. The kids. How much fun they could be. How much of a pain. I thought about trying to walk back in there and be a normal teacher. Be a person without all these things clinging to him. Deaths like barnacles. They felt visible. And a burden. I didn't want to have them around kids.

And there were other things.

—I don't think I can really teach anymore.

—So?

—So I.

—Round two.

Gabe came back from the bar with two bottles of beer and another gin and juice for Po Sin.

I took my beer.

—Thanks.

Gabe nodded.

We all drank.

—Po Sin.

—My name. Means Grandfather Elephant. Speak it and I will answer.

—Po Sin.

I drank again.

—What'd you do with them?

Po Sin stared into his glass.

—Web, in all honesty, I have no idea what you're talking about.

I nodded.

—Sure, I get that. But. I called you. And I think, I think I need to know. I'm trying, this is new for me, but I'm trying to be kind of a grown-up. But, hey not too many examples of that in my life, so I'm flying a little blind. Anyway. Part of. I think I need to know what I'm responsible for. What things I do that make other things happen.

I picked at my beer label.

—I think I really need to know what you did to them.

Po Sin looked at Gabe.

Gabe lifted his bottle, took a drink.

—It doesn't work like that, Web.

—I know. But.

—I said, It doesn't work like that, Web.

I looked at him.

He nodded.

—This is how it works. You ask someone for a favor.

He pointed at himself and Po Sin.

—And they come and do you a favor.

He moved his beer over the surface of the table, leaving a smear of moisture.

—They swing their weight behind you and give your actions gravity. They do things.

He wiped the smear away with the edge of his hand.

—You left the room. You could have stayed. You chose not to. Now you have to live with the consequences of leaving that room. The biggest of those is, you don't know what happened. After you leave the room, it's no longer your business. You want to know what price is paid in this world, you need to be there when the deal goes down.

He trained his lenses on me.

—That shit, whatever it is we may think we're taking about, it never even happened.

He got up.

—I'm gonna go shoot a rack.

He walked to the pool table at the back of the Monday night empty bar and started dropping quarters in.

Po Sin rattled the ice in his glass.

—He has a way of summing shit up.

He sipped, swallowed, looked over his shoulder at Gabe, and leaned close.

—Shit needs to be done sometimes, Web. I'm not saying it's the way the world should be, not saying it's the world I want my kids to be in, but this life we're in, you don't end up doing this kind of work because