I wonder briefly if I have other regrets. That night with Carlos, so long ago? If I had been single then, where would it have led?
Carlos squeezes my shoulder, which gives me an insane urge to lean in and kiss him. All at once the sense memory of the taste of his lips and tongue rushes back. How can I remember after all this time? Is it just my imagination?
He says, “You were telling me how you knew my name. Have you been to Angels?”
I wonder if he’s talking about some near-death experience. If perhaps I saw him “in the light.” While I did see a buttery yellow aura around him once as I stared at him on the ‘L,’ I somehow think his reference to angels is more pedestrian. “Angels?”
“It’s the not-for-profit I work for. We help out people with AIDS and HIV with medical care, food, housing,
