Chapter 47

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” I said finally.

“You could go to the clubs in Boston and they’d eat you up.”

“We’re not in Boston, and I’ve already got what I want, so why would I be going to the clubs?”

“You don’t think about other guys?”

“No,” I said. “Do you?”

“You know my friend Barry at work? The other day, he said to me, I don’t know what Wiley sees in you. What’s a man like that doing with someone like you? That’s what he said.”

“Barry? The guy with the acne problem who lives in his mom’s basement? The guy who has to use a cucumber when he wants to get laid?”

“You don’t have to make fun of him.”

“Hardly a good source for romantic advice.”

“He had a point, though.”

“He did?”

“What’s a guy like you doing with a guy like me?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

“If you don’t know,” I said, “far be it from me to spell it out for you.”

“I want to know!”