Chapter 7

Once each painting was complete, Toby gave it to its appropriate owner. He collected money. He glowed. I had never seen him so happy in life.

Following my hole digging instructions for him, I left. In doing so, I told him, “Contact me if you need to.”

“Yes. Of course.”

We hugged: simply, romantically, tongues dancing together.

He wouldn’t let me down. Never did. 3

Late Tuesday afternoon. I needed foodand lots of it. I wanted to ask Jerry “J” Winslowski on a date. Nothing too spectacular. Our history together wasn’t anything special: mediocre friendship, a few dates, some great sex. A year ago, we met at a bar called Under in Templeton, another town nestled against Lake Erie. We were never lovers. In fact, I barely really liked him because he was arrogant, narcissistic, and rude. I couldn’t count how many times he had counteracted what I had to say in any conversation, always belittling me, calling me foolish and unintelligent.