“No, I think we’ll forgo the starters and go straight to the mains.” Robert said, with an impish smile which Sophie nervously returned.
Robert Carrington had put himself off of the dating market at some point around the summer of 2009 due to health reasons. Something never felt quite right in his head about it.
yeah, once upon a time, we were the world; you and i, fleshless, static, inviolable, anti-sentimental (my PIN was our anniversary, but wrong). you worked and you talked while i knelt and undid the knot between yr knees. those were the days, paisley crazy & always late. i was never in my body, at all; we never met eye to eye, no regrets for what was never even poorly understood.
Somebody was knocking. I slipped on my Lakers shorts and my favourite white undershirt and opened the door. Squinted down at that poor little guy, swaddled in light. Poor Ola’s only child. Sad fat kid in oversized EXCO T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Staring down at his undone sneakers. Those Nike high-tops were all he could trust, poor guy.
—How are you, Mikey? What’s the news?
—Dunno.