The door to my house bangs open and Lonnie storms inside.
“What the hell?” I demand. Lonnie’s a dick, but I’ve never known him to barge into anyone’s private home like this. I’m going to have to start locking the doors.
“She’s got a baby,” he barks, looking absolutely incensed. “You didn’t tell me she had a baby!”
“How do you know that?”
“Never mind how I know! The question is, why didn’t I hear it from you?”
“I didn’t really think it was relevant,” I say. “She’s single. Whoever the dad is, he isn’t in the picture. So what difference does it make if she has a baby or not?”
“You’re such a fucking idiot,” Lonnie says. “I don’t know how I put up with you sometimes.”
I can’t hold back a laugh. It’s just such an ironic thing for the king of the idiots himself to say to me.