Cane said he would walk me home, being a gentleman.
“You live the other way, though.”
“You’re worth it. There’s no reason to question my actions.”
“Suit yourself,” I said as we left the bar.
Outside, among the gnats of May after the day’s rain, he folded one of his hands over mine and provided it with a brief squeeze. “Where do you see yourself in ten years?”
Walking the few blocks to my apartment, enjoying the humidity, lakeside city streetlights, and the hum of traffic around us, I did the quick math in my head. “I’ll be forty-six in ten years. Maybe I’ll be someone’s husband, drive a BT, and live in a house by the lake. I’m not really a materialistic guy, so I can’t see extravagant things in my world, except for a loving and faithful husband, of course.”
We made a left on Jetter S
