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BOSS MAN

Yes. When and where? Are we still incognito?

ME

Yes.

Chesterton has an artisan market tomorrow. Do you want to meet at the Bluebird Cafe for brunch? It’s about all I can keep down.

BOSS MAN

Honest talk. Did you go puke in the bathroom after dinner and before dessert?

I snickered.

ME

Also, yes.

I’m sorry. I know it’s gross, but nothing suits.

BOSS MAN

Then you shall have your breakfast. Whatever works.

I smiled.

ME

Does 11 work?

BOSS MAN

Sure.

15.BRUNCH

Eva

A vintage Maseratiappeared in front of my choice of diner. People stared.

“A fucking Maserati. Too predictable,” I said to myself.

For the first time, I saw the man I’d only seen before in trousers or a full suit sporting nothing but a t-shirt, a Cubs hat, and khaki shorts. He lookednormal—a mere mortal. As he entered the diner, I gave him a small wave, and he slid into the booth across from me. We didn’t hug like old friends or kiss like lovers. We were neither. Despite the awkward dance, we focused on coparenting.

“Your car is… attracting followers.”

“It’s a 1971 Ghibli Spyder. It should,” Davey said, like I should know what that meant. “I inherited it. It was my dad’s. First, my grandfather’s, then my dad’s, now mine.”

“It’s nice,” I said. “And totally impractical given our discussion today.”

He grimaced. “Well, that’s not my daily driver.”

“So, the Bentley?”

“That’s my car when I’m not driving. I have a G-Wagon. You can put car seats in a G-Wagon, Eva.”

“Fine,” I said. “That is true. “How do you—one man—have three cars?”

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