"I have to go anyway," Cathy said, standing. "I have a date."
"Don't go, Cath, I'll tell him I'm with you and that will make him happy. I'm sure it's just that he wants to make sure I'm safe."
"I'm not playing, I have a date," she said, mysteriously. "I'll tell you about it later."
She gave me a squeeze and grabbed her coat. "Have a good time," she said, wigging her eyebrows.
I promise to keep it respectful, came Charles' texts.
Is that what I want? I thought to myself, smiling.
Cathy is just leaving, I typed back. Come on by.
I see her, he replied.
What? You're already here?
I'm relieving the guard.
I went out onto my patio, and sure enough, the guard was checking his blind spot before pulling out into traffic.
I hurriedly put the glasses into the dishwasher, thinking it may
