He hits me back with: wouldn’t miss it for the world. Excited.
Others are invited to the gig as fluff guests, just to make the event look like a real thing and not a contrived something to get Cliff to fall for a Darsey-look-alike: Pete Long, a local watercolorist; Audrey Waterford, an actress; Keith Deckerson, a journalist for WTMP; Jake Harding, a local author; and one of my all-time favorite friends, Nancy Nan, a comic, who used to be Nick Nan. They all accept my invites.
Ready. Set. Go.
The party can now begin.
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“Is this party going to work? Will it cause Cliff to fall in love with Iron?” Darsey asks the night before my planned event. He spends a few hours with me. We’re in my bed together, post-sexed, gooey after my shift at the stadium, enjoying each other’s company. The
