Chapter 9: Mr. September
February 20. Georgina and Late now have the flu. It’s sweeping through Pittsburgh like the Black Plague. Everyone is sick, at home, and in bed. Hopefully, Timmy and I can deter its hungry ferocity. Events become slumberous at the studio.
I tell Timmy, “Let’s take a few days off. Enjoy your boyfriend, Tinder. Watch some movies with the guy and make long love to him. What do you say?”
“He’s not my boyfriend yet, but I’m hoping he will be. I’m starting to fall for the guy.”
“I hope you get him. I can see you with the guy. Married. Two adopted kids. A house in Handville. Hosting Thanksgiving dinners together. The works.”
“Because you’re a hopeless romantic, Burne.”
“Perhaps.” I look down at my notes: scribbles that look like hieroglyphics in an Agatha Christie my
