"That's what you get when you have rough sex," I joked.
He didn't laugh. So, I ordered myself a cup of coffee and sat down.
"What's the matter with the boy?" I asked Hugo.
"I have no bloody idea," he replied dismissively. He was distracted and agitated, a drama queen kicked into high gear.
"Well, I'm glad to see that everyone is in such a great mood." I saw Mike, crutches and all, hobble in.
"Mike's in a great mood, aren't you!" I called to him.
"What?"
"Come on, man. I can take it. You got laid, you're feeling good... Not like these ol' dismal farts." I laughed.
Mike didn't laugh. Greg didn't laugh.
I looked from Greg to Mike back to Greg, and I heard Hugo say under his breath, "Oh dear."
"I gotta go," Mike said and hobbled out.
Suddenly I felt out of touch. "Did I miss an episode of "One Life to Live"? Did Vicki get another personality?"
Greg shook his head, "No," but started to tear up. The heavy air of drama was all around me and it was stifling. Greg's lip was quivering. He was going to break, like a dam any second.
"H-h-he hit me," he cried.
"Who hit you? Who??
"M-mike..."
"Excuse me, are you telling me the Mike gave you that fat lip?'
Greg nodded. I imploded. " After all you've done for him? Well, then I'm just going to have to cut his dick off."
"Don't go Fran."
I bolted out of the shop before Greg could stop me. 
