Jon was sitting on the couch, watching some old
sci-fi movie when we came in. “Hi,” he said, grinning broadly.
“Back so soon? I thought you’d go grab a bite to eat or something.”
Good old Jon. I could always count on him to look out for —and mortify,
me.
Carmine didn’t seem to notice. “Tee offered to make
sandwiches,” he said, calling by his old nickname for me.
I headed for the kitchen. “Do you want one too?”
I called to Jon over my shoulder. I wanted him to say
“yes” but at the same time I wanted him to say “no.”
“No. I was just waiting up to make sure you got
home all right.”
“How’s Diana?” I called from the kitchen.
“Sleeping soundly, now. She had some bad moments
for awhile though.”
I came back into the living room. “I’m afraid I’ve
only got egg or cheese. Which do you prefer?” I asked Carmine.
He had an odd expression on his face.
Portals
of Perception