“What was that about?” Colm asked, setting up his navy blue massaging mat on the living room floor, ready for his scheduled back rub from me, which I happily shared with him.
“I think Chad was trying to get back together with me. I’m not sure, though. He can be such a pain in the ass sometimes.”
“He’s a crazy bastard, which I’m sure you already realize. I don’t like him at all. He’s one man I can live without on this planet.”
“I do realize he’s a little crazy. His mother thinks so, too. Today’s act and scene consisted of total hardship. No place to live. No food. No truck. It was a sad performance.”
“You didn’t fall for it, though, right?”
I shook my head, although Colm couldn’t see me. On his knees, he unrolled his spongy mat for our use. I said to his splay of muscled back, “Isn’t i
