“The fact that Pink was singing Try wasn’t lost on me. I had begun to wonder about the significance of the songs Adam listened to. I knew that words were as important to him as they were to me, and I didn’t think his choice of tunes was coincidental. If he had been a teen in the eighties, he would have been king of the mix tape. It was good that we could be quiet together. It was a comfortable silence rather than an awkward one and both of us were obviously deep in thought. I was, frankly, t...rying to keep my head together. Even though I prided myself on being tough and independent, I would be lying if I said this weekend hadn’t overwhelmed me. Ironically, it wasn’t my bleeding neighbor, a potential hit man in my building, or meeting with the assistant U.S. attorney, who I had seen naked, that was making me so disconcerted. As usual, it was Adam. For years, hell, for decades, we had been enemies. Then I had begun to question what my true feelings for him had been all along.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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