We’d been talking a little more each day, Chuck and I. It was our way of starting from scratch and taking our time toward something new. I explained more about what had happened in high school and the meeting I had with Zakk. Chuck talked about the fact that he’d never ever thought he’d meet someone he’d want to spend his life with. He’d been jaded by the example of his mother who’d raised him. She’d gone from man to man, dragging him along with her.
I shared the reason why I didn’t drive, and he told me groupie stories I hadn’t heard before. Man, the lengths some folks will go to in order to sleep with a rock star!
What we were building between us, now that we’d cleared the air, felt comfortable and real. I still wore my glasses all the time, and I kept my hair short. For now, anyway.