Chapter 7

“Fuck!”

“What’s that, dear?” Gloria’s sleepy voice whispered.

“Nothing. Go to sleep.”

Fuck, he said again. This time to himself.

* * * *

Kevin surprised himself Thursday at work. He was able to concentrate on bank business for maybe twenty minutes at a time, without either thinking about his letter to Derrick, or of his infatuation with Jake.

As for the former, he hadn't a clue how to undo the impulsive, rebound inspired email he'd sent to the kid. He could just ignore the myriad of emails he knew would be coming, asking: What happened? Was there something wrong? Was he going to call? But, Kevin knew, understood, the loneliness of being gay and married. He had been where Derrick was. And wasn’t Derrick’s desperation a reflection of his own with regard to Jake? No, he would write to Derrick and say something to make him feel okay about the fact there was no way anything could come of their long-distance romance as soon as he had a chance.