“So, what’s going on with you?”
I looked at Matt seated across from me at a Cuban restaurant in Old City. We’d agreed to have dinner together and catch up. We hadn’t seen much of each other since he sublet his apartment to me and moved in with Craig.
“Not much,” I answered with a shrug.
“You don’t seem as depressed as you were the last time I saw you. Santa must have been good to you.”
“He was,” I said with a smile. Normally, my parents and I exchanged Christmas gifts with each other, but for the recent holiday we’d pooled our money to pay for private piano lessons for my already spoiled niece Heather. However, I got a little after-Christmas bonus, a hefty check placed between the crease of a New Year’s card from the Dalys. The card (that I knew my mother must have selected) had a love
