"
"You don't say?" she said, with mock surprise. "Like when I kept
trying to talk to you yesterday at the park and you were in
another zone?"
"Yeah," he said, nodding, "then too. I started coming up with a
concept I think he could help me work through. There's something
missing, a link I guess, and if I talk to him about it he'll
probably be able to help me come up with some ideas."
"Hey, you're going to be busy, it sounds like. Maybe I should
just go down to Boston myself, then home. That okay?"
"If it's okay with you. I mean, if you want. I'm sorry," he said,
planting his hands on either side of her head and looking into
her eyes. "I just have to talk to him about this."
"Petey, I'm ecstatic you want to see Byron this morning. I'll be
back next weekend. If, that is, you'll still want to see me."
"You're a goof sometimes." He thanked her with a kiss, then went
back to getting dressed.
"Hey," she said, propping up on one elbow as he slipped on his
dock shoes.
"Hmm?"
"Who's calling who a goof?" She tossed a pillow at him. "You're
inside-out, Einstein."
He looked down at his shirt, pulled it over his head, reversed
it, and put it back on. "Thanks," he said, then leaned over and
kissed her good-bye.
"Don't mention it."
On his way out of the house he stopped in the kitchen and wrote
"I'm a lucky guy," on a little yellow Post-it note.
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