Chapter 10 - 2013
“So you see, Brian, I’ve been dating a married man,” Lucy said.
Comfortably seated on the pearl leather sofa in his Chelsea apartment, Brian, a friend and former colleague, listened to her account about Sinclair, nodding along, unable to add anything thoughtful or helpful. He shook his head disapprovingly. “My, oh, my! That bastard!” he said at last. He, too, had broken up with his partner recently, and it still hurt – so much that he had even begun looking for another job. “This calls for a drink.”
He stood up, filled two glasses with Sancerre, and offered her one. “If I were straight, I’d marry you and have half a dozen kids with you to make sure you wouldn’t leave me.” His endeavor at a joke failed miserably; it did not register with her.
“Why didn’t he ever say an
