I smile at him. “I’ve done a lot of reading about spiritual journeys.”
Nothing happens for a while, until he says, “I’d like to talk about your boyfriend.”
At least he’s getting straight to it. I thought we might be here forever.
“Let me just stop you right there. I don’t keep boyfriends. They’re way too high-maintenance. Too much of a commitment. May I please have a glass of water? Even better, orange juice. Fresh squeezed if you have it.”
He frowns. “I don’t think you understand what’s happening here.”
“Oh, for f**k’s sake, dude, don’t let the D cups fool you. I know exactly what’s happening.”
I can’t tell by his expression if he’s amused or annoyed, but I know he’s intrigued, because he says, “Which is?”
“You want that five hundred bucks I owe from last year.”
He blinks. I don’t
