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The next time Todd saw Cal was a night in early summer, a few weeks after Cal had dropped by to rescue Todd from pickles for breakfast. Todd had gone out of his way to avoid Cal, seeing as how his new “affliction” really made Todd an untouchable in the dating department.
Knowing what he now knew about himself made Todd want to make like Greta Garbo and simply say, “I want to be alone.” Cute as hell or not, Cal was off limits. He wouldn’t want me if he knew going there could result in something that could cut short his life.
So Todd checked out the front room window to make sure Cal wasn’t in his yard when he went out to collect the raft of bills, circulars, and come-ons he called mail.
If Todd needed to mow the lawn, he made sure Cal’s truck, a beat-up Ford, wasn’t in the driveway
