Chapter 9
Ultimately, the conversation lasted a minute and a half. When I asked Brandon how long he was staying, he said he had nothing lined up and had no intention of even thinking about signing onto a new project until after Christmas. For about eight seconds, I thought about pushing the issue and getting some kind of firm commitment and answer out of him. But in the end I decided it was good enough that he was here, with me.
We fell easily into a pattern. Brandon adapted effortlessly to my schedule. When I was home and awake, so was he. If I had to work, he occupied his time catching up on all the books he’d wanted to read but hadn’t had the time. Sometimes I came home from work to find him so deeply engrossed in a novel he didn’t even hear me come in.
He was that way now, sprawled
