“Daniel, I don’t know why you did this, but thanks. Could I ask one more favor?”
“Sure.”
“Can I have a hug?”
Dan would never have imagined Bernie Caldwell asking for a hug. More evidence of how shaken he was by his recent experience.
He wrapped Bernie in his arms. They were a pretty good fit, even though Bernie was an inch or two taller than Dan. They stood there, cheek to cheek, rocking slowly from side to side.
“Wanna talk about it now?” Dan whispered into Bernie’s ear.
Bernie took Dan by the hand and pulled him to the living room, where they sat on opposite ends of a leather sofa and turned to face each other.
“Two or three weeks ago…I’ve been in such a state I’ve lost track of the time…I was doing my thing at Nellie’s. It was a Saturday night. A couple of guys I’d boffed before
