I didn’t wait up for him the night before, either. I went to bed early on purpose. He seemed to be complicating my mind lately. I was trying not to concern myself with how possessive I felt seeing him drive out of the driveway to pick up Kate. I didn’t know her and I felt as if she’d been convicted of illegal cock-fighting. This wasn’t normal. I needed to feel the way I did when he first told me he had a date. A little in disbelief—Tom? With another girl? But still not…jealous. “Hey you.” He startled me. I was looking out the kitchen window. There was a blue jay eating something on the ground. Poor guy, he was tricked by the sight of the birdfeeder. I bought it and put it up, but it seems when I moved into my apartment Tom abandoned the idea of keeping it full. “Hey.” I turned around to see him. He wore a sweatshirt and jeans. It knocked his age down by ten years. “How was it?”
