again, he said: "Doggy-style… in the employee bathroom… using the handicap rail as support."
"Girl, I wasdying."
"I know. Do you mind walking more? I need air."
"I got all night."
"What about that text, at the bar?"
"Cancellation. I'm free."
Instead of turning on 19th, they continued forward toward Embassy Row. Demarco's stomping
grounds.
"I'm assuming Mac was on top," Demarco asked.
"Naturally."
"I'm sorry… for what it's worth."
"I knew deep down, D. And you've always known. You read men for a living. You were
indulging me because we're friends. I get it."
"You're my sister."
They continued walking for a while without words. The city was winding down around them,
it's streets less traveled, quiet. Soon, the shops dwindled and the temporary residences of foreign dignitaries emerged, nationalities revealed by wall-mounted flags in spotlights.
"So, what's your plan?" Demarco asked.
"I told you already. I'm going to rent a cabin in the middle of nowhere."
"Really? You don't think that's running away?"
"No, D, I don't. Especially since I was planning the whole thing before this happened. It's more like divine validation."
"You don't believe in God."
"Zeus?"
"I don't like the idea of my best friend being alone… in the wilderness."
"Somehow…" Alec chuckled. "I'll make it through."
They stopped. Alec was waiting for Demarco to launch into the next snippet ofLike a Virgin.
Instead, they laughed. This instinctive, telepathic kinship they shared was something they had grown accustomed too. They continued walking.
"What about Mac?"
"Oh, he's out. I know what you're thinking, but I mean it this time. That's why we're walking. I needed to clear my head. I'm going to tell him tonight… or in the morning."
"Wow."
"It's been a long time coming, D. You of all people know. I need to start making decisions, quit coasting."
