Chapter 7
“I still think you’re making a big mistake,” Corey said, doing up his seatbelt and starting his car.
“So you’ve said,” David yawned, “on several occasions.”
“So why haven’t you listened to me?”
“‘Cause I’m hopeless, a glutton for punishment.” In a much quieter voice he added, “And because I still love the bastard.”
“Yeah. I’d sorta figured that one out.”
When Corey, the omnipresent, dependable, and ever loving Corey, had volunteered to do the driving, David had only put up a token protest. Closing his eyes, David leaned back in the seat and did his best to relax.
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After Bud’s revelation that he was married, David had crumpled, fallen in on himself totally. Corey, plus a little chemical help from the makers of Prozac, had—after many long weeks of crying jags, sleepl
