It was late in the evening. Samson was on his computer, working out a bug they had found in the Tso Speed Tech. It was an obscure one that only happened in certain circumstances, so it was very difficult to isolate the problem. The package of Oreos on his desk was half empty and the sickly sweet fragrance of them turned his stomach. He hadn’t eaten dinner. He needed REAL food, but he concentrated on the code instead. A Facebook chat interrupted his work.
Random McCain: You there?
Samson Tso: Yeah. I’m almost done with that bug ticket. I think I’ve narrowed it down.
Random McCain: I heard a rumor.
Samson Tso: Is it about me?
Random McCain: Kind of. I heard from Sierra, who heard from Mira, who heard from Kit Kat that she had a fight with John.
Samson Tso: Wow. With that many people spreading rumors, it’s sure to be true.
Random McCain: Is it?
Samson Tso: I heard from Bree that they had a fight. She was in her bedroom at the time, so I guess that’s first-hand, right?
Random McCain: You’re not thinking of doing anything stupid, are you?
Samson Tso: I do ten stupid things a day. You’ll have to be more specific.
Samson had sincerely thought about visiting Kit Kat, but now, he was in an even stickier situation. If he didn’t want to be the rebound guy after Kit Kat’s divorce, did he really want to be the rebound guy after John? There was no way he could compete with that hulking blond. The guy looked like he should be on a German propaganda poster.
Samson Tso: You there?
Random McCain: Yeah, just waiting for you.
Samson Tso: Sierra threw a DVD case at my head. I’m still kinda pissed off about that.
Random McCain: Soft plastic. It bounced nicely. No blood.
Samson Tso: She throw things at you?
Random McCain: All the time.
Samson Tso: Uncool.
When he thought about Sierra throwing that DVD case at his head, he felt guilty and angry. In some respects, he felt like he deserved it, but at the same time, he felt as if no one deserved to have things thrown at them. If she did that to Random all the time, then he felt a profound sadness for his friend.
Random McCain: You still there?
Samson Tso: Yeah.
Random McCain: You’re not going to ask her out on a date, are you?
Samson Tso: Thinking about it.
Random McCain: I never forgave Mira for dumping you like that.
Samson Tso: Me neither.
Random McCain: This isn’t some revenge thing, is it?
Samson Tso: Hell no!
Random McCain: If Mira thought it was all right to dump you like that, won’t Kit Kat be the same? They’re sisters. Raised by the same parents. Bad genes or something. How good of a woman can she be if her sister was so bad?
Samson didn’t want to think about Mira. He wanted somehow to separate the sisters from each other, hoping that if he just didn’t think about their relationship, he wouldn’t have to accept that maybe Kit Kat would put him through the same pain as her sister had.
Random McCain: Kevin? You there?
Random McCain: Hello?