“Certainly not any longer than mine.”
“You know, you’re right. I’ll tell you over dinner. Sound okay?”
“Sure,” he said, though he laughed. “Why not? I don’t think I have anything else to lose.”
“Same here. See you at seven.”
We left in separate cars, but with our lives already in sync in this new world.
* * * *
I told him everything. Big Sug. My father’s leg wound, my mother’s infidelity, and the fact that I hadn’t had s*x in something like three or four months now. Even before then, I’d always been on Big Sug. “Pretty sure I only had s*x one or two times before I found it in college. So I don’t even know if it’s all the same.”
“Hmm. It’s like what your father said,” Julian noted, taking my confession with grace and aplomb.
We were sitting at the hotel bar for most of this story, b
