#138

We would go to museums, the symphony, out to dinner, bird-watching; we would listen to music.

He would show up at the door, naked, drink in hand, with Coltrane’s “My One and Only Love” sung by Johnny Mercer softly playing in the background.

What was I supposed to do with that?

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