Chapter 5
Byron and Jonah didn’t go running as planned the following weekend. In fact, for the next three weeks they barely saw each other, even in passing. With spring here and summer in the offing, people seemed to be house-hunting with a vengeance. Not unexpected, Jonah knew. It was this way every year. It just seemed worse—or better he supposed, as far as his bottom line was concerned. The problem was, he found he missed being with Byron.
Finally, he had a free Sunday. It was a beautiful day. Sunny and warm he discovered when he took his breakfast out on the balcony. He smiled, seeing the flowers in one of the planters beginning to bloom. In the other one, small sprouts presaged his beets and spinach. He envisioned salads, and pickled beets and beet slaw, the way his mother had made
