Fate may come in large or small doses and tonight Adam felt he’d already had quadruple his share. Forced by the circumstances of this tempestuous night to remain in his seat, beholding Juan in Benny’s stead; he saw his dear friend eclipsed, not by an affable moon but a maverick planet from a galaxy of hate. Would that he could fix him to the stage with his gaze but he knew that soon enough Juan would relinquish the microphone to the next act and make his way to the only remaining seat in the room. The torture of this inopportune night set thence to intensify, once he found himself betwixt his rejected lover turned foe and that hideous creature, Cynthia, who’d just entered the room.
If only Delilah had remained standing. Then again, he was relieved to have a modicum of distance from Philip
