His resolution didn’t last long. By Monday at the office he had a hard time concentrating. He kept trying to think of a way to see Tom again. Elise had caught two errors on ledgers he had worked on.
“What’s going on, Alan? You don’t make mistakes like this. You feeling all right?” she asked him.
“I’m fine,” he said, “just have a lot on my mind.”
“Anything I can help you with?”
“No, I’ll be okay. Thanks for asking.”
She dropped it, but he kept thinking about Tom, their evening together at The Flame, the s*x they had shared. By lunchtime Alan had made up his mind to try to contact him again. He couldn’t call him on the phone; he didn’t have his last name. He would just have to go back to Tom’s apartment. If he could see Tom again maybe he could ask him what went wrong. He signed out
