Chapter 27: Athens
Just and I separated and we went back to our lives the following day. Our affair was not spoken of to anyone. He returned to a long shift at PennRoads and I became an article writer again. Texts were not shared. Phone calls were not placed to each other. And e-mails were not sent back and forth since we were both busy. He didn’t accidentally end up in my bed, and I didn’t nonchalantly bump into him at a city bar for gays. Instead, we respected the other person’s space and private lives for a day, kept busy, but were still in love, or so I believed.
July 20. It was uncomfortable, hot, sticky, humid, and close to ninety-five degrees with no break in sight regarding the heat index. The apartment felt like an oven in a bakery, even with the air conditioner on. I churned ou
