Burke had another drink and then another. As the afternoon wore on, I realized I’d have to call Frank. I couldn’t just make Burke leave. He desperately needed a friend right then, and I was clearly the only person who’d fit the bill in that situation.
When Frank and I realized we were serious about each other, I’d told him about my high school relationship with Burke. I’d also told him about the uncomfortable dinner with Burke and Marcy. When I called him, he’d just said to do what I had to and come on over when I could.
“Should I start supper?” he asked.
“Babe, I don’t think you’d better count on me for supper. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but I really can’t just shove Burke out the door.”
“Of course.”
“Thanks for being understanding. You know, don’t you, that I always want to be
