Weeks passed. Summer almost imperceptibly faded into autumn, the only signifiers being the shortening of daylight hours and a few—though not many—of the trees shedding their leaves.
Although it was now October, Dan believed it still felt like summer. In fact, he predicted that one day, if he no longer lived in the sunshine state, his time here in memory would be an era of endless summer.
Dan’s job went from part-time to full-time and he became adept at writing underwriting reports and prying sensitive information from life insurance applicants. He joined a gay racquetball league and enjoyed the camaraderie and the matches, held every Thursday night. Even more, he enjoyed the couple of hours of cocktails at whatever gay bar was nearby and, once or twice, even took one of his teammates hom
