The Ultimate Boon

   Hell no, I says.
   I grabs up me banger, can’t be without one, and gets to my feet. What fool does sit around in the dark with some girl these days. The compound has gates but it doesn’t have lights worth a damn. I’d offer her my hand because we had been sitting shoulder to shoulder, but she’d asked that damn question.
  “Look,” I says. “It’s not—well it is personal, I guess, but it’s really not.” But you know when you stabs someone and they’re all abouts the keeping its to themselves?
  “It’s just, I’ve just seen all this before, that’s all,” I say. I’m waving my hands already, frustrated with how she won’t get it. Because she won’t. I have seen all this before.
  “I have to get back,” I say.
  “Sure,” she says, and gets herself upright, watching the ground, but not really. More like watching the space just above the ground. That’s what I’ve seen before. That detachment. Neither one of us is any good for the other.
  “I’ll see you later,” I say.