Chapter 6We ate. Take-out burgers and potato wedges that Jeff ran out for. He hadn’t been impressed by my offer of Ramen noodles in a cup and toast with jam. And we drank—a dark, creamy beer that foamed when we popped the tab and activated the widget inside the can, which was also Jeff’s treat. It had not a bad weekend for me: free food, beer, and s*x. What was also nice, maybe even nicer, was the relaxed way all of it was handled. We didn’t race to pick up and toss out the empty takeout containers the moment we were finished eating, or to wipe the table and drape the wet cloth over the faucet just so. There was no panic to wash the forks or to put away the salt and pepper shakers in their perfect, exact spots. When it was just me, I never rushed any of that. There was time in an hour, or
