Godfrey started barking. I left my office to check things out. The doorbell rang as I entered the living room. That's why I have a dog. Godfrey always knows what's coming before I do. As I passed my Great Aunt Violet's Grandfather clock, I noticed it was already after twelve-thirty. I pulled the bay window curtain away. Scott stood on my stoop with a bag of groceries in one hand and flowers in the other. I sighed. This wasn't going to go well. I smiled one of those 'oh, shit!' smiles. You know the one. Your teeth show a little, but there's no laugh lines around your mouth. I waved. When I opened the door, Godfrey, already underfoot, jumped up at Scott for his steak.
"In a minute, Godfrey," Scott said as he entered. "I took a chance and decided to swing by and make us lunch. I've got fresh tuna."
"That sounds awesome," Murphy said as he entered the living room. "You brought enough for me, I hope."
Scott looked at me and then back at Murphy. I could see a bit of red rising in his cheeks. I stepped between them.
"I love tuna. Of course, you already knew that. Um, why don't you go ahead into the kitchen?"
Scott walked past me to Murphy saying, "No, sorry, but there's only enough for the two of us."
"My loss," Murphy said. The two men were eyeball-to-eyeball.
"Yes, it is. You should remember that," Scott said, and continued into the kitchen.
Murphy stared at me. I said, "What the hell was that all about?"
"I don't know. Ask your boyfriend."
"He's not. We're not. God dammit, Murphy, I don't owe you an explanation. Get the hell outa here!"
He walked to the door and grabbed his leather jacket from a wall hook. Then he kissed my forehead and left. I heard the rumble of his Harley. And he was gone.
In the kitchen, Scott was busy grilling the tuna on a grill pan that I didn't know I had. I pulled out a chair and sat down.
"What was that all about?"
"You know what," I said.
"Murphy is an asshole." His back was to
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