I think about denying his accusation. A smart man doesn’t always play the game of life by the rules if he wants to learn something important. So, I take his comment head on, like a bullet or sword, and tell him, “I won’t lie. I really do like you. That’s another conversation for an entirely other day. Let’s save it for later. I want to talk about you this morning. You and how you feel for Cliff.”
He ignores my concern. His thoughts stray and he shares, “Cliff says you love me. You’re the right guy for me. Marriage material. The guy I should spend the rest of my life with. This, of course, bothers him.”
“He could be right. This is fair game why he loathes me. I get it.” I don’t care how hot the coffee in front of me is and take a sip. If my mouth blisters, f**k it, I’ll deal with the prob
