![]() ![]() In fact, he was reasonably certain that Ian’s survival to this moment was a matter of sheer stinking luck. I’ve lived on my own for a lot of years now. That goofy, game smile was probably the only reason Joel had made it through five months as Ian’s roommate, but it did nothing to reassure him now. He nodded soberly and focused his Siamese-cat gaze over his crooked beak of a nose, and then smiled. ![]() Joel’s roommate, Ian Cooper, pulled his head from whatever genius realm it usually occupied and aimed his slightly crossed blue eyes at the list. Joel very carefully taped the phone list on the refrigerator, and then his itinerary, and then the magnetic calendar with the dry-erase reminders, all in bold, black, square, print-block writing. ![]()
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