Chapter 14
I see very little of Dayton in the later days of July. Obviously he stays with Block on Oates Way, sleeping against the hairless landscaper, having s*x with him, and sharing his meals with the man. I know Dayton does some part-time work for Block’s Landscaping when he is not at his uncle’s garage. The boarder stays busy, surely occupied with the chore of staying away from me.
The Cape Cod is quiet without the mechanic. Rooms carry no sounds of his movement. Beds stop creaking. Doors stop opening and closing. The dishes in the kitchen sink stop piling up. My singlehood becomes quite dull, silent, and relatively uneventful. I spend more time at the college where I am left to do nothing more than correct students’ sloppy essays, read dusty tomes, and stare vaguely out at the cobb
