Chapter 20: Andy
“Ezra, shall we retire to the bedroom?”
The green-eyed cat looks up at me with what I perceive as understanding, even though logic tells me I’m probably speaking gibberish to his feline ears. Nonetheless he gets up from his place on the back of the couch, hops down, does an elaborate stretch, and follows me into the bedroom. I pull back the duvet and watch as Ezra jumps up on the bed. He settles into his favorite spot—the left corner at the foot.
I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and splash some water on my face. I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what Carlos saw when he got a glimpse of the face staring back at me right now. Did he see the lines around my eyes, the subtle sagging of the skin, the silver at my temples? Or did he see the younger me, with a
