“Why do you buy so much of this stuff, Rick?” he asked at the end of his patience. “I mean, you must have twice as much women’s nightwear as you do regular men’s clothes.”
“I wear it,” said Rick defensively. “I wear it when I have a gentleman caller. I wear it around the house on the weekend and I wear it to bed.”
“Okay, Okay. Fair enough, but what has any of that got to do with my story?”
“Your story? Oh yes, the ghost and stuff.”
Paul rolled his eyes. “Not a ghost.” He sighed, exasperated. “Okay, well I’ve given you the gist of it. I’d better go. Calvin’s due here any moment.”
“When are you guys going to move in with each other already?”
“We haven’t discussed it yet, but I’ll talk to you later.”
“Toodle-loo.”
The second Paul hung up, Calvin was knocking on the front door.
Paul greeted his lover with a big kiss. “Your timing is amazing.”
Calvin threw his briefcase on the couch. “Why’s that, handsome?”