Chapter 21

They talked mostly about John and George and how they’d gotten together, and the tragedy that had separated them.

John could feel himself getting emotional, and, so it seemed, could Mitch, who reached across the table and took John’s hand.

“I know, I lost someone, too. A long time ago.”

“Does it get easier with time?”

Mitch shook his head. “Not much. I still miss him every day.”

John had wondered if Mitch was gay. He’d suspected, but his gaydar wasn’t ever the most reliable.

Obviously sensing a change of subject was needed, Mitch told John a little about his earlier life high in the Cascade Mountains in the American state of Washington.

John tried to picture the rustic log cabin Mitch described. It sounded peaceful and fine for a holiday, but John doubted he could live long term without things like electricity and mains water. “I suppose I’m spoiled in that respect, always living in a big city.”