Chapter Seven
Another weekend, another woman, I think, as I let Karen into my apartment. It’s my third rental place in San Francisco. After I first arrived, I lived in the financial district to be close to work, but it was too dead and lonely after dark. Then I moved south of Castro, but that brought too much temptation for one more martini after I’d had three already. Too close to Cherries to not pop in and see who would give me the time of day.
Now, I’m on Lexington Street in the Mission District and I’ve sworn it will be my last rental before I buy a house. If I keep working the way I do, the road to making partner is wide open. My very own house will be the reward for the life I chose when I left New York.
I don’t tell all this to Karen. Karen is not here for a chat. We both know wh
