I broke the rules that were supposed to stick- seeing Metro instead of not. I was singing on Friday, with people, meeting typical nice strangers. Then I drove in rain, texted Metro after his show, waited for him. We got separated at the casino, we shared too many rum and cokes, and we watched a car crash from its west-end balcony.
we made love at his place Saturday, then I came back that afternoon. I remembered my promise to Pickersgill to read to the residents at 3. I couldn’t find parking and I didn’t see that anyone was around, so I texted Lynn saying I’d be back Tuesday.