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288 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2011

“Darling,” Freddy said, “it was practically dawn on a Sunday morning.” It was after noon, but Freddy was on gay time. “Where was the person rushing off to? No one in their right mind goes to church anymore—no offense, dear.”
I sneered and took a long swig of his cola. Was there anything more delicious than carbonated sugar?
“Do you want some eggs,” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Bacon? Pancakes?”
“You don’t have any of those things, Kevvy.” He poured himself a cup of black coffee and took a sip. A pained look crossed his face. He put the cup in the sink.
“How’s the coffee?” I asked.
“Same as usual. Tastes like shit.”
I held up the can. “I don’t understand. I follow the recipe.”
“That’s not a recipe, babe. It’s just instructions.”
“Well, whatever it is, I follow it. It’s not my fault I don’t have a round spoon.”
Tony took the can from me. “It’s a ‘rounded’ spoonful.”
“Isn’t that what I said?”
Tony sighed and kissed my forehead. “I’m going to get dressed now. Try to stay out of the kitchen until I get back. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“I could make you some toast,” I offered.
“Do you have bread?” Tony asked as he walked back into the bedroom.
“Uh, no.”
“Key ingredient.”
“Men are like snack foods. The ones you want are never good for you.”
“OK, that’s too deep for this early in the morning. Can we pick it up again later?”