Chapter 4
Three months had gone by since Armand met Ben. He’d lost track of the number of times they’d lain on Ben’s back lawn, staring at the sky, ever-hopeful they would see something from another planet fly by. They’d had movie nights with popcorn and wine. And when Ben’s birthday arrived, Armand had made sure it was a birthday to remember. He’d bought a large cake, a bottle of Dom Perignon—it was on special, but who’d ever find out?—and a large bunch of flowers. Moira at the Fresh as a Daisy florist had also given him a discount. Their friendship had reached the point where they’d knock on each other’s front door and let themselves in. It was like having two homes.
They’d become intimate without having been intimate.
One day, at Armand’s house, they’d finished working their way thro
