Chapter 6

I barely hear Frankie’s reply. “Loneliness.”

“What do you mean, loneliness?”

Finally, he looks at me. “I’m lonely. You’re always working, always busy with a huge project or a new client. And I spend almost every night and most weekends without you. Sure, I have friends and a life, but I chose youfor a reason. I love being with you and I missyou. Yesterday you were supposed to be here and you weren’t and someone touched me and…I’m not making excuses, really I’m not, but you asked what it was and it was loneliness. I was an idiot and it was wrong and I’m sorry, but I’m so lonely, Lawrence.” He taps a palm over his heart as though punctuating his point, and the taps grow harder and harder until it’s almost a slap.