“How can you say that, Warren? I thought he was the love of my life, and what he did was awful.”
“It was. But I wish you’d let go for you. It’s not healthy holding on to that much anger. It eats you up inside.”
I scoffed.
“You’ve been hanging too much with your therapist friend.”
Warren laughed.
“Not nearly enough time. But he’s taught me a lot.” He hummed. “I wish I could get you two thickheads in the same room and make you talk this out, but I’m not supposed to know about your relationship, am I?”
“It wouldn’t help anyway. There’s nothing there to fix.”
Warren nodded and dropped his arms by his sides.
“I should get back to work. Do you want…do you want to walk with me?” he said and I glared at him.
“I thought you said you’re off.”
“Yeah. I’m on leave. But I’m helping out a buddy. Come on. You should meet him.”
I locked the car and followed Warren down to the waterfront where there was a parked van with a line of people waiting outside.
Warren skipped the line and ducked inside where a tall, dark and handsome man was putting on a white coat.
“Dare, meet my very dear friend, Ari. Ari, this is Dare.”
Ari shook my hand and smiled.
“Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice deep and slightly accented.
“Ari here is doing community outreach, helping people who don’t have insurance or can’t afford their copays to get some medical attention and advice.”
“That’s amazing,” I said. “Have you been to the west side yet? I think the people there definitely need your help.”
Warren nodded.
“Yeah. The west side is bad. Though Wilson is promising to help people if he’s elected mayor.”
Ari raised an eyebrow.
“You believe a politician pre-election? They will say anything to get elected, dude.”
“I know,” Warren said. “But you gotta have hope.”
“Hope huh? What’s that like?”
Warren laughed and turned to me.
“Don’t mind my cynical Greek friend here. He’s a good guy.”
I chuckled.
“Greek huh? That explains the accent,” I said.
“What accent?” Ari grimaced, glaring at me.
“Oh. Ah…I just..”
