"It was great. Greg was right though Andrew, you're the one who should be celebrating-- not me. Congratulations." I told him.
He took the job.
Whatever.
A part of me just wanted to check out-- to not have any opinion at all. I mean, I couldn't blame Andrew for wanting to take the job -- it did seem like a great offer for the "food industry," but I wanted him to aim so much higher.
Something made me feel uneasy about all of this. And I couldn't figure it out. Was I jealous in some way? I didn't know how. I also felt restless. That's why, when Andrew was loading the dishwasher, I went to the bedroom and made a phone call.
"It's me."
"Hello, 'Me.'" said the voice. His voice. A voice that gave a tingle -- in both my heads.
"Drew took the job. I told him the stalker situation would get worse before it got better-- but he took it anyway, Mark."
"Maybe it's a good thing." he said.
I could tell he was drinking something. I heard the waves outside his beach house come through the phone.
"A good thing? Mark, you're the one who said he shouldn't work right now. You're the one who said he should focus on simple things... now you're saying it's a good thing for Drew to make a major life change?"
"How was dinner?" he asked.
"Dinner was amazing, as always -- don't change the subject, Mark. You always change the subject."
"Still hungry?"
"No." I snapped back... then thought..."why?"
"I was gonna offer you the olive from my martini," Mark said and I could hear him licking the gin off his lips. "Want to meet me for drinks tomorrow after work-- at "our" place? The straight boy's bar downtown."
We talked a little more and then I hung up.
Damn it.
Why did I call, why did I even call?
"Who was that? I didn't hear the phone ring." said Drew, standing in the doorway.
"Uh...the office, I was checking messages."
"Any?"
"What?"
"Any messages, Eric? God, do you look like the cat that ate the biggest canary on the planet."
