Chapter 28: History of a Confrontation
I knew our game during the next twenty-some hours had changed. I wasn’t a complete i***t, and neither was Matthew. Of course, he watched me, following me to Palm Field for practice and out to lunch at The Seaside Reef Bar & Grille. I knew he was at The Carlisle Shop and then at The Coffee Place for a latte. He followed me to the grocery store where I purchased a week’s provisions, and other places, which I knew kept him busy and on task, labeling the man as he had probably labeled me: stalker.
Matthew knew where I lived because he followed me home. I took a long and exhausting walk along the Gulf for exercise, basked in the night’s brisk and melancholic air, and eventually ended up at Razor’s, a frozen yogurt place on Sea Street. Following my walk,
