Tinker stood up and walked over to the cupboard. She pulled out a bag of potato chips and unrolled the top.

“Why did you break up with him in the first place?”

“Potato chips for breakfast?”

Tink nodded.

“Well?”

“I told you-we were drifting apart. Things weren’t comfortable anymore.”

“No, you said that’s what you told him. I mean, what caused the drift?”

She exhaled slowly. She didn’t like the feeling of being dug up and turned over like old compost, not even if it was by one of her best friends. “I don’t know, I think maybe some of the things that happened on the trip affected me differently than him. We started to seem like different people than we were at the beginning.”

“Like what? Why are you dodging it? All I’m saying is, if just seeing him for a second brings back all this emotion, maybe things weren’t as finished as you thought. Something’s bothering you-I could see it right away yesterday. I’ve never heard you so silent on a Thursday night.” She opened her mouth to capture another small handful of crumbled chips and looked over with one eyebrow raised, chewing. “Or, I’ve never not heard you so much. You know what I mean.”

Tink ran her tongue between her gums and lips to create enough suction to pull loose the remains of chips from the crevices of her teeth. Natalie watched her without saying anything. “Listen, I’ve got to run. I’m working Meghan’s early shift today. We’ll talk again later, okay?”

“Yeah.”