I had five minutes to spare as I stood outside my apartment building waiting for Sheldon. For the evening, I’d chosen a pale blue short-sleeved shirt and black slacks—nothing spectacular, as far as I was concerned. My brown eyes were bright and anticipatory, for a change when I’d checked myself out in the mirror. The whole thing still felt too good to be true, but the text I received from Trixie after I told her my plans for the evening said it all—get your head out of your ass and have a good time, damn it!
Right on time, Sheldon’s Volvo station wagon pulled to a stop before me. He got out and came around to greet me with a hug and peck on the cheek.
“You look handsome, Barry. Thanks for agreeing to dinner.”
“Thank you for asking. And you’re not looking so bad yourself.”
He winked at
