We kept it at bay. No secret rendezvous, only brief e-mails and a couple of phone calls. I had been so busy playing nurse, and then finding an apartment, that I was preoccupied. Two weeks was all it took. Two weeks and I missed Anthony. I called, pleading, “Meet me in the stairwell?” … “Two blocks from work!” Nudging him, I added, “Come on, indulge my enthusiasm.” “A new home, eh? That’s exciting.” He didn’t really indulge. “Yeah, we’ll see. Fingers crossed.” “Did you come up with any birthday plans yet?” “Not really. I still have a couple of days to think about it. I might have dinner with friends. How about you? How are you? Since the accident it feels like we haven’t spent much time together.” “We haven’t,” he said halfhearted. His hand drifted to his tummy. “Sorry,”
