“The usual,” I said, pushing my plate away. “I’m stuffed.” I looked out the window. I didn’t want to be here anymore. “Do you want to go for a walk or something?”
“Is everything okay?” Anthony asked for the check. When he’d paid and our waiter left, Anthony frowned at me. “I should have kept in touch more often.”
“You left me, remember? People who leave their lovers don’t usually call them up to hang out.”
“And I’m sorry about that. The way it happened. The way I left. I’m sorry. I was a different man back then. I was young. I was—”
“Young? It was two years ago.” I got out of my chair. I had a headache. “Look, you made a decision andit was the right one.”
“Allan, wait.” He chased me outside. “I wanted to see you…I wanted to tell you that—”