"Oh, that. I was only trying to cheer you up. You and I know better than that. Come on, could you ever be happy in Mucksville? Could I, in Telport?" Richard comes from a small town in the Midwest. For him, indeed for many of the people we know, home is a four-letter word.
"But we're not in Mucknamore or Telport any more," I say. "We're here, in one of the best towns in the world for people like us." I reach across and touch his hand. "Look, Richard, I just have to say one more thing, so you can't fool yourself that you don't know. If Gary wasn't scared of you leaving him, he would never have gone near this Reno Lewis. Gary is man enough to let you go prowling if that's what you need to do, once he can trust you to come home to him after you're done."
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