Chapter 6
As soon as I got home from work Wednesday afternoon, I showered and shaved. Yeah, I had six hours, give or take, before I was supposed to meet Steve at the movie theater. That gave me five hours to decide what to wear. I’m kidding. It gave me five hours to work myself into a panic. I already knew I’d be wearing jeans, not slacks. I didn’t want him to think I was taking this as anything more than what it seemed—two guys going to see an action flick.
In order to keep busy and not over-think things, I went shopping for what I’d need for the slaw I was making for Brent’s birthday party. It was a recipe I’d gotten from my mother that I’d done before, but not recently. I dragged out the process of choosing the right apples, the perfect cabbages, the best brand of Dijon mustard, and m
