Alec read Demarco the note.
"It's not that cryptic. He's a widower. He's been through tough times."
"Sometimes I get lonely,"Alec read again. "That could mean anything."
"You're over-analyzing."
"I knew you'd say that."
"Look, maybe it is strictly biological. Nothing wrong with getting laid. Take it from a
professional."
"I'm OK with that... I think. I mean, I didn't come here looking for a relationship, D. I came here to work."
"It always happens when you're not looking, Alec. The real ones, anyway."
"You're not helping."
"You have his e-mail. Drop him a line. Go fishing… like they say in Montana."
"Ha, ha."
"You never know. He might be the real deal… unlikeothers."
"Speaking of which… Have you heard from him?"
"Who?"
"You know who."
"Mac? No." He hesitated, and then added: "I haven't seen him at B.J.'s either."
"Really?" Alec said, concerned.
"I was hoping we could avoid the subject. You're there to forget him… remember?"
"Among other things… but you're right. Subject dismissed."
"Better be."
"It is. No worries."
"I mean it, Alec. Don't call him."
"Yes, mother."
"Write your book."
"Yeah," Alec said, relieved to change the subject. "Yeah… that's been a little challenging. But I'm working it out. Meanwhile, I owe Kristen December'sCirclecolumn. So, I'm gonna do that today."
"Good boy. And Alec…"
"Yes, D?"
"Go fishing."
He worked on his column for a couple of hours, all the while still obsessing over the note.
