Chapter Nine
It takes all of one second before his answer comes through.
Minute Man: Name the time and place.
Me: Lunch tomorrow.
Minute Man: I’d prefer earlier. Breakfast?
Me: I’m extending an olive branch and you’re playing tug of war with it.
A few minutes go by and my thoughts drift to what he could be doing. Changing for bed? Is he out drinking with his buddies? Who are his buddies now? Is he home alone? Did he just watch his copy of our s*x tape?
“UGH!” I scream from wanting to know more than I should about his life.
Minute Man: I’m an impatient man.
Me: I’m aware.
Minute Man: Do you ever wonder how we know each other so well from such a short time together?
Me: I try not to think about our time together.
Again, there’s a long pause. Again, my mind wanders to wondering wh
