Chapter 6

Wait. Why the fuck did I care?

Who knew?

Life wasn’t playing fair. When Mitch threw off his downer, it had landed on me and squelched my excitement about eating with him.

Monique’s Bakery and Café overflowed with a bunch of my friends and acquaintances. There went any hope that Mitch and I’d be sitting without interruption. Not only that, we’d driven up in Rita, which was like arriving on a parade float.

As I answered questions about the car, Mitch hooked up with Con, and they were seated. When I looked, they were having an intimate discussion. Since I’d obviously been elevated in my friends’ eyes after getting out of Rita, I kept answering questions. Mitch and Con were sitting close together, their heads bent toward each other.

“I’ll be in the city from this afternoon until Friday night,” I caught Mitch telling Con. Mitch reached into his shirt pocket and handed Con a card. “If you can get away, phone me and we’ll do something. I’ll give you a tour. We’ll talk.”