Chapter 8
We were having breakfast one morning, when Larry said, in a funny voice like he was trying to be casual, “Do you know, Al, we’ve been together a year today?”
And I grinned, ‘cause I may not have loads of letters after my name like Larry’s got, but I can remember dates okay, as long as I write them down. “Yeah, I knew that. You want to go out to celebrate or something?” I got up and went and put my arms around him from behind, and I kissed his neck in the place that always makes him shiver. In a good way, not like he’s scared or nothing. “Or we could, you know, stay in and celebrate?”
Larry kissed my arm, ‘cause he couldn’t reach nothing else. “I think we should go out.”
So we went out for a meal at this Japanese restaurant Larry likes, and we had sushi and sake and all that s
