Chapter 32

We almost didn’t make it out of his house.

The day was perfect, one of those pristine, clear days where the snow on the mountain tops looks etched at the edges and the sky is a watercolor pastel. Every breath seemed to fill my soul with peace and happiness.

It didn’t hurt to have Guy with me, I must admit. He was game for anything I suggested, so we hiked and explored and sat and talked.

“You know, there’s one thing I’ve been wondering.” I turned to him as we basked on the back porch of his three-bedroom log cabin.

“Yeah?” He took a sip of his beer. “Only one thing? That’s a first, Jimmy.”

I waved away his playful gibe.

“How come you took me home the night of my birthday?” I sipped my special blend coffee. “I mean, I threw up on you, was totally disgusting, and passed out.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You were pretty much the shits.”

“So why would you clean me up and take me home?” I leaned toward him. “You had to know I was going to vomit some more.”