Chapter 8
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After a restless night with a lot of tossing and turning and very little sleep, I dragged myself out of bed early Saturday morning and went to the gym. Then I went to the grocery store, the dry cleaners, and the liquor store. Jared and I were having dinner that night at his apartment and he’d asked me to bring a bottle of white wine. We really didn’t go out much mainly because he was afraid of someone from work seeing us together. He preferred that we spend our time together in the comfort of my apartment or his. He lived in the Art Museum section of the city in a high rise much nicer and much larger than my little hole in the wall on the other side of town. But my place was more conveniently located, so that’s normally where we ended up. Normally. Jared preferred to cook in his own kitchen, so when dinner was offered (and when he was the one doing the offering), we’d have it at his place.