7
Approximately a week after Thanksgiving, a little after 5:00 pm when I had finished for the day, Toby walked into the office. He wore a rich, brown leather, bomber jacket and looked different, confident and relaxed. Every hair on his head was perfect and his face shone as if he had had some kind of a facial. He flashed me a toothy smile but I noticed the grin was missing from his eyes. “Let’s go have a drink. We’ll celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?”
“I’m back with Jackie.”
“How did that come about?” I asked as I locked the doors and started down the stairs.
“I’m irresistible. Need you ask?”
“Besides for your overwhelming charm, what happened?”
“She came to La Jolla. I tell you, you can’t beat make-up sex.”
I started for my car, not sure what to make of his revelation. There appeared t
