“Was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.” “The only reason I’m here is because I plan to come. Will you get undressed now?” He gets up and puts the book away, but instead of taking his clothes off, he walks past me. “Where are you going?” I ask his back. “Dinner. I’m starving,” he throws over his shoulder. “How does pasta sound?” “I’m not here to eat!” I call after him. “Tough shit,” he replies.
