“So, if he died after shtupping you, then good for him. Happy ending, I say. Nothing to feel sad about.” After a pause he, said, “I would love to die like that: happy.”
I looked at him, not liking him much at that moment and very aware of the limitations of friends.
But all I said was, “You don’t understand.”
“But you’reokay?”
“Sure, I’m okay,” I snapped, nettled.
Zvika raised his hands, palms outward. “Just asking. Concerned friend here.”
I snorted but said nothing.
Zvika left shortly after that. I went upstairs to start work in my office.
I was just getting going, when I remembered what that young cop had said about coming back. Thinking of it, it did sound a bit menacing, like a threat. So whythen, I asked myself, did I get hard just thinking about it? 7: Cruiser