15“Do you think it's okay for a man to cry?” I asked. We sat in our usual Saturday morning grouping with our papers and our mugs in BoBo's café. Ramon looked startled and Nook blinked quickly a few times behind his rimless specs.
“You mean, when a guy's in acute physical pain?” Ramon asked, hoping that was the right answer. I shook my head slowly. “Oh, I see.” And he chewed on his thumb.
“It is possible to cry on the inside,” Nook interjected. He sought to tame his unruly emotions raging within through yoga and meditation. He had achieved placid, outer calm but what turmoil did it mask? We may never see it but that didn't mean no rip tide swirled and eddied inside, slapping up on the jetty of his psyche, now did it?
Ramon laid his left hand on my right forearm. For a small man, his hand
