Chapter 18: Stranger
I worked out the rest of my day at the station without any contact made by, or to, Ben. There were no e-mails, texts, instant messages, or cellphone calls between us. I figured he was busy in his Miami world, having a meeting with his agent, Emily Tarken, regarding his next cookbook, on the set and filming a forty-four-minute special show for Sugaring Ben, or surprising one of his Latino fans with a homemade flan or churros.
As Ben worshipped the sun and beach in Miami (a high of ninety, no clouds, and low humidity), I battled ice and snow due to a fresh storm. Monday turned into Tuesday, then Wednesday. By Thursday, there were nine inches of snow that covered Radar and a thick layer of ice over it, acting as fondant. Thursday evening ended in a state of confusion an
