Clock watching gave way to calendar watching, weeks appearing almost stuck until at last July arrived. By then I’d adjusted to Raymond’s loss. I now thought of it like that, his loss, not mine. By the end of July I’d decided three months was too long a time apart from Tom. I was over Raymond, my life went along smoothly, and when I heard bits about Raymond and Jean-Louis, I offered only snide comment. They no longer had power over me.
The wedding had been on June 15 so three months would be September 15. When August came, my spirits lifted until I saw Raymond and Jean-Louis having lunch at Harvey’s in the Castro. They sat at a window table and I grabbed Tony’s arm to stop him from going in. “No, not here,” I said, nodding at the couple. We ate at The Cove instead where I paid too much att
