We had brunch around ten. AJ brought out a huge box of pastries once Abby and I returned with everyone’s coffee orders.
“I’ve been watching Bill closely,” I said to her. “Amos, I mean…to see if I can catch any sign he and AJ did it last night.” During our coffee run, I’d told her all about their date to Telly’s.
“What would we notice?” she asked.
“Well, it depends on how it went, right? If they want to do it again, they’ll be touching each other…a brush of the arm, a hand on AJ’s back or, you know.”
“His front.”
“Yeah.” I thought about what I’d witnessed earlier behind the curtain. “That.”
“And if it went poorly?”
“They’ll be trying their damnedest not to look at one another at all.”
Amos and AJ were laughing up a storm in the corner, touching each other all over beneath the yellow
