And if you’re worried about the names he’s checking his phone. You see the screen over his shoulder the TV on the discovery channel in the background next to the fan the open window he’s on Facebook his author page—Carter Sexton—maybe Carter Turnipseed isn’t a good pen name he’s uploading a photo a picture taken the day before with his daughters by his ex-wife’s Cadillac and now he’s going up instead of down to see the most recent on his timeline you watch his index finger as what rolls on the screen pauses at interest sometimes backtracking going down again to give time to read the full post but most of it isn’t like that and if these are his friends it’s interesting to see what he invests time in. You can almost see what he wants from people.

CARTER

I don’t know most of my friends on here. Most of them I’ve never actually met. Back when I was living with you during the divorce I got drunk one day and sent out a whole slew of friend requests from the list it gave of people I might know from the few friends I had. I did it ‘til Facebook stopped me. Funny thing is most of them accepted my friend request. Now it’s been near three years and some of them I know now I little bit at least I have a good idea about them based on what they’ve posted just as I’m sure they have a good idea about me. You can almost see mood progressions. Who’s going through a rocky relationship. Sometimes the best way to judge is not in what they post but how much time they spend on it. Like for likes.  Look for looks.  Lots of motivational quotes when you’re lonely. Lots of misspent energy. But that energy has to go somewhere… They say do it for yourself. Really what they mean is only you can save yourself. Pretty soon it becomes what you do every day as a matter of identity…

ELECTRA

I never understood why you don’t stick to your God-given name.

CARTER

Got it from a return address on some weed I got in the mail.

ELECTRA

No wonder your books don’t sell.

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