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will, yeah, but he isn't hurting anyone, and it doesn't matter." He was trying to ignore the part about the wives and the separate houses, hoping she'd take the hint, but Beatrice didn't.
    "I met a very lovely girl today; I think you'd like her. She's your age. She teaches at the elementary school. She loves to cook and sew, and she thinks you're cute."
    "Mother!" His temple was positively throbbing; he could feel the pulsations there. "How could she possibly think that unless you're showing people my picture?"
    "It's good advertising," came her unabashed response. That was the last straw.
    "Thank you, if I ever decide that I need to sell myself, you'll be the first one that I call. I really have to go, Mom. I'm getting a major headache. Have a good evening. Bye." And he clicked off before she had a chance to say another word. When his phone vibrated moments later, he almost didn't look at it, suspecting it was his mother calling back, but it was Hunter. He almost didn't answer. Almost.
    Considering all the thoughts that were swirling through his brain, most of them about the man on the other end of the line, he managed to sound pretty normal. Kudos to himself for that.
    "Hey," he greeted his friend. "What's up?"
    "I'm close to your workplace, and I was wondering if maybe you could get off a little early, and we could… uh… talk or something?"
    "Talk?" Fisher asked, almost nervously.
    "Yeah, talk. Before the party."
    Fisher's first inclination was to say no and stay where he was. Hide there for the rest of the day, and maybe the night too. Fisher sighed; that was not only impractical, but unreasonable as well. It made no sense, as he'd been in the process of leaving anyway. So why not talk to Hunter? Maybe he had something to tell him, something important. Maybe the truth about why he'd been acting so crazy these last few months. For a moment Fisher envisioned Hunter confessing to being terminally ill, but he pushed that crazy thought to the side. That was just asking for trouble.
    Then the real reason that he didn't want to talk to Hunter at this moment hit him like a ton of bricks. This is it. He's going to tell me about her . That female sword of Damocles he'd felt hanging over his head for the past few months was finally going to be brought out of the shadows and into the open. He wouldn't have to live in fear and trepidation any more. That had to be a good thing, surely.
    Or it could be the end of life as he knew it.
    'I can do this—I can do this—I can do this.' He chanted to himself. It wasn't until he heard Hunter repeat his name several times that he realized he'd not responded to the question. "Um, sure. I was just about to go, anyway. Where are you?"
    "The park across the street. Our usual spot. See you in a few." Click. Only dead air remained.
    Fisher gathered all his things, packed his laptop into its carrying case, and slipped out of his cubicle without drawing attention. As luck would have it though, he ran into Holly, who was stepping out of the elevator just as he was about to enter it. He tried to smile and move past her without saying anything, but he knew better. She grabbed his arm, causing him to miss his car. Sighing, he pressed the button for another.
    "Where you going?" she asked, looking pointedly at her watch.
    "Out," he replied, knowing that response would not satisfy her.
    A knowing grin spread across his friend's face. "You're going to see him , aren't you?" Why does everyone have to put such a strong emphasis on that word, he thought irritably. Why all the pretense? Why didn't they just say Hunter's name?
    "Yes, I'm meeting Hunter. No big deal." He tried to move past her as the elevator doors dinged open, but she stepped swiftly to block him.
    "Not yet, mister, hold your horses. I won't keep you from your appointed rounds if you promise me something."
    "What's that?" he asked suspiciously, not willing to answer until he knew what he was getting himself into.
    "Call me later and let me know