He's been apologizing for it ever since, but I keep telling him that there's no apology necessary. We love each other very much, but in different ways now. Now there's just two, a hard working man who just turned fifty and a nerdy college student closer to 19 than 18. That was then, when my older sister still lived here and Mom was still alive. Before a couple of weeks ago we were just a couple of guys sharing a home that used to house four. Maybe we're both thinking the same thing.
He might have a drink or two at a bar, but he's not much of a drinker. I don't know where he goes all evening or what he does. I would have been awake if he stayed out until 3. I've been waiting for him, and it's only a little past ten. I suspect the second reason is that maybe he's hoping I'm asleep, but there's no way that would happen. One is that he's a considerate man by nature, and since it's late he doesn't want to disturb anyone in the neighborhood. He's trying to be quiet, probably for two reasons. Then came the faint footsteps along the path in front of the house and up the steps. He waited out in the car for a minute, and then I heard the car door open and then close. It's been about fifteen minutes since I heard the car pull into the driveway. A story told through the mind of a young man.
