Chapter 371

“OK, first of all, remember that the timeline here was that we’d gotten Mosche’s side of the story, and I’d spent a couple of days consoling him already, but we hadn’t had our outing with Tasha,” you said.

“Understood,” Sabrina said, eyeing you.

“So I only had Mosche’s side of things,” you said.

“Yeah, I got that, baby,” Sabrina said. “Move it along here.”

“Right. Well, I was pretty heavily leaning towards Mosche needing to break up with Tasha,” you said. “Then we ordered Chinese food and the delivery girl was kinda cute, but Mosche was totally struck dumb. Like, couldn’t move his mouth or hand over the money petrified. So I stepped in and paid the girl and took the food, and she was about to leave and Mosche finally found his words and told her she looked like a video game character. That got her talking, and honestly, it was some of the most awkward flirting I’ve ever heard. I made sure she was of age, cause she looked kinda young, and when she was I just let it happen. She gave him her number to maybe play some online games together. I figured if he saw he had even a slight chance with someone else, Mosche would man up and end things with Tasha, so I helped him with his first message to actually get her name, and I made it clear he needed to talk with Tasha.”

Sabrina was looking at you extremely intently.

“That’s all I did,” you said.

“Except you didn’t tell me or Gemma,” Sabrina said. “Or Tasha when we were out with her.”

“I wasn’t thinking of it with your girls,” you said. “And I wasn’t about to make things worse for Tasha when she’s just processing all the shit she was wading through. Like, how would that go? ‘Oh, by the way, the guy who convinced you he liked the idea of you fucking a bunch of people is also now flirting with someone else.’ That wouldn’t exactly have made things better.”

Sabrina grimaced. “That’s fair, but you still didn’t tell me or Gemma.”

You sighed and groaned a little. “Would a defence citing the Bro Code be satisfactory to the court?”

“Only if the witness understands that reference to the Bro Code opens the door for use of the Girl Code and the Treaty of Intimate Relations in rebuttal,” Sabrina said.

“Is this conversation protected by the Geneva Convention?” you asked.

“Don’t try to deflect with comedy, John. I’m being serious here,” Sabrina said.

“I don’t have a reason,” you said. “I wasn’t intentionally keeping it from you. We’ve just had a lot going on and I wasn’t thinking of it.”

“So you’re just throwing yourself on the court’s mercy?” Sabrina asked.

“Well, if I had it to do over again and I knew what I know now, then I wouldn’t have done it,” you said. “With Tasha’s side of things, the whole thing is way different than we thought it was. Now I know Mosche was acting delusional, and he probably needs therapy before he dates anyone. And he and Tasha need to talk about it.”

Sabrina pressed her lips together firmly, but then the buzzer went off on the oven and she had to get up to get the lasagna out. After she’d turned off the oven and had it cooling, she walked past you to your room and came out with your laptop. She quickly had an episode of Castle loaded up, but she didn’t start it. Instead, she grabbed one of the three place settings she’d put out and went to the lasagna, putting a big piece on the plate and then walking it down to Mosche’s room. You couldn’t see her, but you could hear everything clearly.

Sabrina knocked loudly, and you heard Mosche up the door. “Did you call her?”

“She texted that she can’t talk right now,” Mosche said.