Like a couple of kids.Like a couple of kids. It was nice. Then more weeks passed as my job and hers erased free time with an astonishing efficiency. On President's Weekend (whatever the hell that is), Annie was going to visit friends in Vermont and on the way was going to stop in Massachusetts to visit Bozo the Chef in his country home. Unlike most of her other interests, Bozo struck me as a singular asshole, but she felt a compelling attraction to him. She'd vowed Safe Sex until he agreed to a test (and after three months, his continued stalling was simply the crowning proof on his rectal-ness), so I had no real gripe, except for some dismay at her lack of taste. But, what the hell -- you have to make some compromises to make a good thing last. I stopped into the 'mat on Monday and Sabrina grabbed me. She was all excited. "I'm gonna meet my aunt -- finally!" "That's nice. Is she coming to visit?" "Yeah -- and she got her visa and she's going to stay in America! Isn't that great?" "When is she coming?" "Thursday. I can't wait!" "Terrific." We chatted a bit about her classes and then I went to the back of the 'mat to see Livinia. |