Malcolm

“You never did tell me what the issue was with the guy you were supposed to meet,” I say into my phone, my feet up on my coffee table as I listen to Mandy’s soft giggle.

I didn’t think she’d call. I was beginning to believe she wouldn’t. She’d said she wanted to have only one night. It was starting to look as if that was all it would be.

Yet I didn’t give up: I waited and hoped. I can’t recall a time—ever—when I’ve been the one waiting ...