John gets up from his cot and walks carefully over to Maggie’s. He’s stymied for a moment when he realizes there is no convenient place to sit next to her.

“Please move. Thank you.”

Awkwardly, without ceremony, he sits on the edge of her cot.

“I have ‘Does he really like you?’, ‘Are you insecure?’, ‘Are you a sucker?’, ‘Is it like, lust, or love?’, and ‘Are you cool with your mom?’”