Later, Crystal stretched out on the sofa with the television on, the sound turned down low, while Larry and Geo sat at the dining table and talked. At first Larry thought she was watching a cooking show on the Food Network, but at some point when he glanced over to check on her, she’d drifted off to sleep. Her eyes were shut, her head back, her mouth open slightly, and if he strained to listen, he could barely hear faint snores she would adamantly deny if he ever mentioned them out to her. He thought about leaving then—it was after eleven now, his cappuccino long gone—but he didn’t want to wake her.
And, he had to admit, he didn’t want to say goodbye to Geo so soon.
God, he loved the man, even now, after all the time that had passed. Perhaps more so, now that he was older and had more ex
