“Hey, Ginger.” He answered, as I knew he would.
“Hi, Baily.” No, I hadn’t suddenly learned to speak. Del was still standing there, out in the hallway, right beside me. “How was caroling?” he asked.
Down to just jeans and heavy socks already, Baily almost smiled. “Nice. It’s always nice. I’m tired, though, so…”
“Okay. Sure. Good night, then.”
“Good night, Del.” Baily shut the door. “I think we’re the very definition of cat and mouse, Ginger. Del and I, I mean.”
We’ve watched cats and mice as friends online, I tried to remind him. Cats and birds, cats and lizards, cats and bunnies, remember? I don’t get it, but it happens.
“Am I attracted to him? Yes, of course.” Baily’s hand was still on the knob.
We’ve seen them eat together. You and Del did that. We saw them sleep together. Maybe y
