Lunch was a quiet affair, interspersed with my lively chatter and Guff’s nods or one-word answers. Occasionally two.
“So what do you do for a living, Guff?” I asked around a crunchy beef taco.
“Not much. Volunteer, mostly.”
“Oh, a man of leisure. How did I ever get so lucky?” I winked at him and he smiled.
“Ha. I could make the comment that I’m surprised you weren’t wearing a mini-skirt or something this morning, what with your track record of late.”
I watched him eat two chicken tacos, and saying that the way he licked his fingers was sensuous was an understatement. “What do you do that has you dressing in such a variety of attire, by the way?”
I laughed. “Kind of you not to assume I was some kind of prostitute, right off the bat.”
“I am the last person to cast stones, Jerry. If yo
