Anthony had not seen Brandon since the night at his loft. “I’m not going to be around for the next few days,” Brandon had mentioned casually as they headed to the loft’s steel door. Anthony turned and blinked, surprised at the mixture of emotions that had burbled up at the announcement. Of course he was…
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23. Taking a Leap Sitting Down
“So you just left?” Lydia cried. Brandon had spilled the entire messy affair of Anthony’s garage in the Michaelis workroom, which apparently had restored Lydia to confidant status. She eagerly and seamlessly stepped back into the role. “Obviously, I just left. What else was I supposed to do?” Brandon shoved a tasseled drapery tie back…
22. Wrestling With the Truth
Brandon continued to help Anthony in his transformation of the farmhouse. As the days grew longer and the forsythia bushes burst into their vibrant announcement of spring, the house was starting to feel like a genuine, cared-for home. The hand-me-down coffee table was relegated to the wood pile to be consumed in the fire pit…
21. Small Discoveries
Anthony sped down the road, humming to the radio and treating the wheel like a drum kit. Brandon marveled at his business-as-usual demeanor. A pair a sweatpants and fresh socks from his camera bag and he was good to go. If Brandon hadn’t been so exhausted from his recent exertions, he would be admiring the…
20. The Show
When Brandon and Anthony reached the mountains of loose soil at the edge of the drop off, Anthony handed Brandon the tripod and readied his own selfie-stick. “Here. You better stand here until I’m sure you won’t top those boots.” “And what if I want to top my boots?” Brandon retorted, almost indignantly. Anthony was…
19. The Shoe on the Other Foot
Brandon sat on Anthony’s new sofa, scrolling through images on his iPad. “What’s going on up there?” he called up the stairs. He had let himself in nearly ten minutes ago, having arrived at the house at the agreed upon time. Two weeks had passed since what they had had what Brandon referred to as…
18. The Delivery Window
Don’t you work at Michaelis & Company?” Dell’s text broke though the monotony of the morning. Brandon generally loved what he did, but entering lamp serial numbers into a spreadsheet was making him want to put a oil rubbed bronze final through his eye. He smiled at the welcome distraction. “I do. Are you finally…
17. The Neighbor & the Pea
Three weeks had passed and the only communication between Brandon and Anthony was a perfunctory exchange of texts a few days after Anthony’s visit to the loft in which he ascertained that Brandon was feeling “much better, thanks.” Were it not for their unfinished business with the matter of Anthony’s living room furniture order, Brandon…
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