Dinner with Gran and Molly had been fun and it took his mind off missing Randy for a bit. After all, Randy had only been gone a few hours. They’d gone back to Gran’s and drunk coffee and he’d listened while they talked about the old days.
When it became obvious Gran was tiring, Win offered to walk Molly back to her condo. She’d protested she didn’t need a chaperone, but he walked back with her anyway.
“Thank you for dinner, Winnie,” Molly said as she opened her door.
“My pleasure.”
“You’re a sweet boy. I can see why Randy likes you.”
Win smiled. “Does he?”
“Oh, believe me he does. And no, it’s not that he talks about you all the time, though he does, or that he’s told me how he feels.”
“Then how do you know?”
“I love Randy. He’s very precious to me. But he’s always been, how do you
