Three Cakes
By Kim Davis
“Did you like the cake?”
Those were the first words my boyfriend Clay ever spoke to me. We were both at a dinner party hosted by a mutual friend, a guy named David. Since I was the last one to arrive due to a series of events—too many changes of clothes while trying to decide what to wear, bad weather, trouble hailing a cab, awful traffic—I’d missed the cocktail stage and arrived just in time for dinner. Even though I wasn’t seated anywhere near Clay at the large dining room table, I noticed him right away. He was seated at the other end of the table on the opposite side, but his dark hair and gray eyes caught my attention. He was between a man and a woman, neither of whom I knew, and I found myself wondering throughout dinner if he was attached to either of the
