As Sandy was a lesbian, Paul knew there was no ulterior motive to her invitation. He found himself soon able to unwind, despite the somewhat unorthodox menu.
“Don’t you ever get sick of salad?” Paul asked as she dished up at least three different varieties of lettuce, along with some brown circular shaped objects that only bore a slight taste resemblance to beef burgers.
“It’s good for you.”
“So is jogging, but I wouldn’t want to do it three times a day.”
Sandy smiled. Paul was surprised she hadn’t returned with a witty come back. “So, tell me what’s been bugging you recently.”
Uh oh. That explained the lack of a snappy response. “Well, uh—”
“I hope you know you can trust me. We’ve been friends for a long time now.”
“I know.” Paul took a big gulp from his wine glass, “Hey, this isn’
