CHAPTER SEVENEDI DID HIS BEST to preserve the mood we'd set on Valentine's Day, but it didn't hold out. Monday came around and the circus that had become his professional life was back. He'd asked me to bring him lunch, something I’d started again at Edi’s request. His insistence it didn’t bother him had convinced me to give it another try. "It's a little ray of sunshine in all that mess. And if you come around with food, I stop and take a real break," he'd said. He could be short with me, I didn't care. As long as I was sure he wanted me there, I'd take it.
The morning had gotten away from me somehow. I'd checked my emails, replied to the most pressing ones, chatted with Dante, my friend and neighbor in Cambridge, then fell down an online video rabbit hole after watching a livestream hos
