stares back. Iâm not sure which fills me with more angst.
WEDNESDAY.
I meet Gregor for soup. I show up in my new vest which, Iâm informed, makes me look like a childrenâs entertainer.
âStrike that,â he says. âA childrenâs entertainerâs monkey.â
âItâs reversible,â I say meekly, not exactly sure why Iâm defending myself. âAnd vests are practical, what with all the pockets.â
âSo when you strip down to eat a mango, the vest stays on or off? With it on, you have a place to keep your toothpicks and paring knife.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âDidnât you once tell me you hate making a mess with mangos, so you eat them naked in your bathtub?â
âNo. No I didnât.â
âAnd what is this? Your five hundredth vest? Keep going this way and youâll end up on that TV show about hoarders.â
âWhat are you talking about? This is the first vest Iâve ever owned in my life.â
âIf you can manage to get a little more famous, I can pitch the network on a Hoarders celebrity edition.The first episode could be Bret Michaels swimming waist-deep in bandanas, cross-cut with you trying to decide which of your twenty thousand vests to wear while eating a mango in your bathtub.â
FRIDAY.
Tony and I meet for coffee downtown. Heâs carrying a bag from Victoriaâs Secret, a present for his fiancée.
âWhen you work in a lingerie store,â he says, âyouâre inevitably seen as being beautiful enough to work in a lingerie store, or not beautiful enough.Youâre always going to be judged against the dainties.â
âThereâs something about your saying âdaintiesâ that doesnât sit right.â
âIâd make a good lingerie store worker,â Tony says dreamily. âSitting on a stool, telling it like it is between bites of my sandwich. âThat thong really brings out the blue in your eyes.ââ
âThe fashion world can really use a man like you,â I say.
âOf which,â Tony says, looking me over with distaste, âwhatâs up with the vest? You look like Emo Philips.â
As Tony rips into me, I settle back into my chair and brace myself. Unlike your finer quality vests, the subtle dynamics of old friendships are not reversible.
It Canât Be That Bad
(23 weeks)
MONDAY.
Tucker calls me at the office.
âWhat are you doing?â he asks.
âWorking,â I say.
âNo, really,â he says.
In truth, Tuckerâs call finds me washing an apple over my wastepaper basket with coffee from my mug.
I hang up, telling him I have to get back to work, but instead I sit at my desk trying to decide what to order for lunch. I know I should have a salad but I want to have smoked meat. Either way, I should probably stop eating at my desk. My computer keyboard is starting to look like the floor of a bus station washroom. To get the dirt out from between the keys, I turn it upside down and tap it against my desk. In so doing, I inadvertently Google âIMYH.â One of the first results is a Sheryl Crow fansiteâIMYH being the acronym for her song âIf It Makes You Happy.â
I take this as a sign to have smoked meat.
THURSDAY.
I take Howard out to his favourite steakhouse for a belated birthday dinner.While some men pride themselves on marksmanship, yachtsmanship, or even penmanship, Howard prides himself on steaksmanshipâthe ability to eat vast quantities of steak. He orders the largest one on the menu and I do the same.
Everything is so rich and heavy. Even the salad seems soaked in a dressing made of mercury. While waiting for the steak, we chomp away at handfuls of bacon bits like theyâre peanuts.
During the meal I try to match Howard, eating whatever he does. Across the table, he stares at me over a steak bone practically gnawed down to the marrow. His eyes are
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