Chapter 23

Some men enjoyed listening to other men instead of talking; that was me. During those twelve miles from my Tudor to Jesper Pines, I listened to him talk about his career, the death of his mother (breast cancer), and the upcoming presidential election, which he had called a circus without a ring leader.

It started to rain halfway through the drive, and he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much rain.”

“It’s that time of the year. No worries, I guess.”

“I guess not. But it would be nice if it dried up for a pair of days. Wouldn’t you say? Some sun would be healthy for our skin.”

The sun seemed overrated in my opinion, but I didn’t share that detail with him. People tended not to agree with rain lovers, which I just happened to be.