“Do you ever go out on dates?” Michael kept his face to the window. “You know, when I’m not around.” “Not really.” That much was true. He’d only been out on one official date since the last one he’d taken Abigail on. The experience had been a dismal failure. Lightning couldn’t strike him again. He’d had two chances at lifelong fireworks and neither had panned out. He’d used up his allotment for his lifetime. That was his guess.
