Chapter 5We talked for a couple of hours that Saturday night, and then I went back to my condo, virtuously (if discontentedly) alone. Debated the clanking winery cartons in my car’s trunk and decided to leave them there, since it wasn’t nearly cold enough to worry. Donnie dropped by in the morning and we went out for brunch, an amble through California Big Trees State Park, an ice cream cone in a shopping center on the way back to Angels Camp, and another long talk. That one was at my condo. At a certain point I ordered pizza and went to retrieve a bottle from the trunk. A little later, I opened the balcony door a few inches so it’d be cool enough inside to justify putting the gas fire on. Then we were sitting pretty close together on the couch, and I was about to ask if my sense of profou
