“Why are you here with a suitcase?” Jack asked as Paul entered the room, dressed for weather much colder than Los Angeles was having.
“Remember my fantasy of going to a bus station and asking the ticket agent to pick a city? Any city?”
“Yes.”
“Toledo, Ohio. I’m leaving in a couple of hours. For good.”
Jack blinked. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“I f****d him. I broke down and f****d Tristan. It was…as amazing as I thought it would be.”
Jack dropped Paul’s file. “Oh my God.”
“He…he wore sweatpants with a hole in them, and I just broke. I couldn’t stand it any longer.”
Jack smacked his forehead. “I can’t believe this. What are we going to do?”
“We? Why do you need to do anything?”
“I have to suspend your license! I’ve heard of cases where the therapist went to jail. And for not
