It was late when I got home.

The smell of street BBQ clung to me, clashing with the fancy air fresheners that always filled our house.

Bruce startled me - sitting in the dark living room sofa, unmoving.

He lifted his tired head, stood up, his expression unreadable.

"It's been a while since we had BBQ together."

True. Since he entered that social circle, our food became "high-end" - BBQ was suddenly "unhealthy."

I ...