Mark broached the subject of him and Austin living together early in August, about a month after Norma had mentioned it. Things were going so well between them; he was ready to take the next step, if Austin agreed.
They were at Mark’s apartment, eating supper, when he brought it up. In a joking tone of voice, he said, “This commuting between your place and mine is getting old.”
“All five hundred feet?” Austin replied with a laugh.
“Well, twice that, when you consider the ride down and up in the elevators.”
“Are you trying to suggest we start living together?” Austin asked, one eyebrow arched in question.
“The thought had crossed my mind, if you’re willing.”
“Willing? I think it’s a great idea, except for one thing. My place is about as large as a postage stamp and yours isn’t much bi
