With another month of quarantine ahead, Dillon is depressed. Stuck with no one to talk to but the squirrel who visits his terrace for snacks, he's pretty sure June is going to suck. One morning, things start looking up when a pride flag appears on the terrace railing right across from his.<br><br>Kit is up from downstate for just a month. He and Dillon hit it off and find a way to make the best of social distancing and the clothesline that runs from one building to the other. They even celebrate Pride and other occasions with their neighbors and spend some intimate moments together, despite being so far apart.<br><br>As much fun as June turns out to be, what happens when Kit's short stay is over? Are the two only enjoying a brief summer fling? Will even more distance between them mean the end of everything?

Let's Hang Out

Between the invitation and the ceremony, we shared every morning, some afternoons, and several more movie nights. When other apartment dwellers joined in, the smell of microwave popcorn through open doors filled the alley. I always pinned a popped bag to the line to send over to Kit, since his apartment didn’t come with a microwave.


“Dump it into a bowl and then wash your hands.”


I likely didn’t have to remind a nurse of proper protocol. I was a little obsessive, but he didn’t seem to mind.


One Saturday night I played Frozen II. My downstairs neighbor Janet, after noticing the sheet and asking about it, had made the request for her daughter Kirstin’s seventh birthday. Since we were all in this together, I was more than happy to oblige.


Chapter 8