He wanted to call, make sure nothing strange had happened at Toppers last night. By nine, he couldn’t wait any longer. On the fifth ring, Sophia answered. “Hello.” “Sorry to wake you. I was worried. You okay?” “I’m fine. No strange men. Going back to bed. Dinner at seven. Love you.” Click. Mason arrived at Sophia’s apartment at quarter to seven. “You’re early.” She leaned in and kissed him. “Sorry I was short this morning. Ruth and I had a few too many last night. Luckily, we have a great roommate in Charlotte. She wasn’t drinking because she had an early meeting this morning.” “Did you hear about the game?” “A bunch of guys came in Toppers. You must have been going crazy. It’s amazing that the US beat the Soviets.” “I’ll never forget it,” Mason said.
