Chapter 385

With your big conversation out of the way, the three of you started thinking about what you were going to do for dinner. After three long days at the courthouse, you didn’t necessarily want to order in, but you were also keenly aware that the supplies in the apartment were starting to run low. In the end, the three of you decided to head out and do some groceries. The girls both went and changed into something slightly more presentable and then you headed out and walked a couple of blocks over to a grocery store that would still be open.

Doing something so much more normal than what a lot of your life had been even in the last few days was a major boon to your own morale. Not that you’d been down, but you hadn’t realised how much pressure you were carrying in your shoulders. Getting to just walk the aisles with both Sabrina and Gemma was wonderfully relaxing as you talked and joked. You ended up buying a little more than planned since you found a few things that Gemma hadn’t tried but had been part of your or Sabrina’s childhoods. Multiple cereal boxes were included in that list.

Sabrina paid, not letting you even utter a whisper of a complaint with her look, and then the three of you walked back to the apartment each carrying a big brown bag of food. When you arrived back home you went to open the door and it stopped about six inches open, wedged on a shoe.

“God damn it,” you grunted, setting down your bag and reaching in to move the shoe. It was Mosche’s, so he was obviously home. You tossed the shoe aside and got the door open fully. “Hey,” you called. “I’m home, the girls are here.”

You were half-finished unpacking the food when Mosche wandered out from his room. “Hey,” he said. “Are you guys interested in coming to my open mic night tonight?”

“Um, I’m not sure,” you said, glancing at the girls. “We were planning on making dinner and then probably crashing. We’ve had a long week already.”

“Oh, alright,” Mosche said with a sigh.

“Something wrong?” Sabrina asked.

“Kind of,” Mosche said. “Things are awkward down at the club now.”

“You mean because you’re avoiding Tasha, or because some of the guys there had sex with her?” Gemma asked bluntly.

Mosche flushed with embarrassment. “Um, yeah,” he mumbled. “Both I guess.”

“How come you haven’t talked to her, Mosche?” Sabrina asked. “Are you breaking up with her? Or going to tell her the truth about talking to someone else?”

“I don’t know,” Mosche said, retreating back a bit towards his room. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“You do realise that the longer you wait, the worse it gets, right?” you suggested gently. Based on both Gemma and Sabrina’s personalities, you knew there was no way they weren’t going to go at him a bit here and you didn’t want to pile on too much even if he deserved it. Giving him an out was the best you could do under the circumstances.

Mosche screwed up his face a little like a kid who was caught in his own lies ... or just a logical puzzle. Either way, he was stuck.

“Have you seen that other girl?” Gemma asked.