So we pretended like it wasn’t happening. We made plans to go see a Broadway play the next weekend. I said I’d make reservations for a nice restaurant. We talked for an hour- and then he was tired, and so was I. So we slept.
I wish I could tell you he made some remarkable recovery. That the next morning, he took off like a monkey from a box. But he didn’t. He just stopped breathing. I went to sleep next to Hamish; and I woke up next to a corpse.
You know, I still have those tickets- I got stiffed on that date. Next time I see him? He’s gonna get it.