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I finally roused around nine a.m. the next morning, and I wouldn’t have done even then if Roger hadn’t called and woken me.
I vaguely recalled Mike untangling himself from my limbs and the sheets a couple of hours earlier, kissing me goodbye with a promise to come to Tallahassee this weekend for our long-delayed visit. After a quick wake-up shower, I threw on clean clothes: T-shirt, pair of jeans, and even clean underwear—all items I’d previously left at Mike’s house. How many times had I stayed with him? And yet this was the first time we’d, in the immortal words of Shakespeare, made the beast with two backs. (And a front and a back, and some other permutations more difficult to describe.)
We’d managed a decent amount of sleep, but that’s when the aches had really settled in, and ex
