While the temperatures of August still danced daily around the 95-degree mark, the wall between Sandi and I began melting. She started speaking to me again in the halls at work and even asked me to go out to lunch with her.
“Wow, has it been close to nine months since we have had lunch,” I said as we sat down for BBQ at this place off Harrell Street. The owner was known nationally for his way around a hog so getting a table around lunchtime tended to be difficult. We had stood outside for about twenty minutes before being ushered into the air-conditioned building. The heat and hunger resulted in us inhaling the basket of complementary hush puppies long before our food arrived.
“Hard to imagine but yes, it has been that long,” Sandi said, looking a little bit uncomfortable.
“So why the c
