Chapter 5

“What about you?” he asked before moving some of the cooked meat to a huge plate and setting it on the long table next to us where there were rolls, buns, potato salad and baked beans laid out in style. “Come and get it, you ingrates!”

Before I could answer Bo’s question, a stampede of starving men converged upon our spot and the food was shared out onto paper plates. Within five minutes, the area was clear, and Bo started cooking again.

“Well?” he prompted.

“I decided I was too old to make a fool of myself for something that I may never find.”

“True love, you mean?”

“Yes.”

He poked a sausage. “I’m living proof of someone who’s made a fool of himself for love. At some point, though, we have to decide what we’re willing to live with, and whether it’s worth all the heartache. You made the decision to change. I’m still working on that, but I’d like to think I’m getting closer to—”