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A week goes by and I don’t hear from either man. Strange how this happens. Nor do I reach out to Adam or Jobe. Why should I when they are lovers? I keep to myself at the convenience store. Half of me thinks one of them, or both of them, will stop by for a coffee or gas, but they don’t. It’s as if they avoid me, just as I decide to avoid them.
Two more days pass.
Three more days pass.
Halloween. People, mostly kids, hide behind their masks. Ghosts and goblins. Saints and killers. Beggars and lovers. It’s dry out. Windy. Chilly. A perfect evening to play Trick or Treat.
The store is busy. Too busy. No one with a mask can come in. All masks must be removed before entering the store. Some tall kid in a fireman’s uniform enters around ten in the evening. He has a protective, transp
