Chapter 25

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As the week went by, I planned our camping trip. A few of my friends commented that I seemed happier that week, less touchy. I guess I was since I was back to being good old Ben Behr. Nothing bothers him, and he’ll shoot the shit with you whenever and wherever.

My buddy Stone, bartender at Stonewall Saloon, gave me a long, assessing look when I went in there for a beer and poker after a shitass day.

“Glad to see you’re back with us,” he said, sliding me a brew from the tap.

“It’s good to be back,” I answered.

He nodded.

“I like your boyfriend,” he told me, and I didn’t even panic.

“Yeah.” I took a long draw. “He might be a keeper. We’ll see.”

He nodded again and gave me an approving smile.

“Go have some fun,” he said, dismissing me.

After explaining to the guys that Mitch was in the Bay Area working, I played poker at the endless game that seemed to reside at the back corner table. All was right in my world.

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