Chapter 42

It didn’t feel awkward at all for me to be in control and responsible for a seven-year-old, even if he just happened to act like a young man in his twenties. Colby wasn’t a handful and knew how to be on his best behavior. We actually had fun together in Mazeworld that afternoon, and we played video games at a place called Video-Mania in downtown Pittsburgh by the train station.

There were no temper tantrums, soda pop spills, or bratty episodes of I want thisand I want that. Colby turned out to be an interesting and polite young man who enjoyed talking about the weather, school, the buildings his dad created, and his mother, Marla Channing, whom he spent every other day with. We also talked about his father and how much Dugan liked me, wanting me to be his boyfriend.

On our ride back to my Tudor, meeting Colby’s father for dinner, the little man told me, “I have an adult question for you.”

“Well, I’m an adult. I think I can handle this one.”

“That’s why I want to ask you.”