Page 28 of Learning to Trust

"It does but usually one of the others is around and I make them take any late calls. I was being Mr. Nice Guy and let Diane go early because I thought the call was only a booking."

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

"You don't have to explain. Tristan was often late, and I never expected him to tell me why."

“If we have arranged to meet and I’m late, I will always explain and if it’s going to be more than fifteen minutes, I’ll call to let you know. I want you to trust that there will be no one else while we are having sex.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Taking David's hand after closing the garage door, we headed inside. In the kitchen, I flipped on the coffee machine for a much-needed brew.

“Sit down and tell me about your day.”

David pulled out a chair and sat down while I made our drinks.

“Dad didn’t give me much of a chance to explain why I was leaving, he was too busy screaming, telling me how pathetic I am and that he was taking me out of his will. I suppose that was his way of saying he no longer saw me as his son.”

“His loss. You mentioned Janice also quit?”

“Dad called her after he hung up on me to tell her to make sure I left the building immediately. She pretty much told him to get fucked and quit on the spot.”

I carried the two mugs of coffee to the table and set one in front of David before sitting opposite.”

"Janice has been working on establishing her own advertising business. She and Steve purchased a property across from Penn Station and they are in the process of having the fit-out done. They were going to take me to dinner this weekend and tell me about their plans."

“You knew she was unhappy there?”

“Yes, we used to commiserate with each other all the time. I told her about us, is that okay?”

“What you discuss with your sister is your business and I’m glad you can talk with her.”

“She’s my best friend. I trust her and we talk about everything—eventually.”

“Have you considered sharing her office?”

“Fuck, no, and I told her today not to offer. I adore my sister but can’t think of anything worse than being in close quarters with her for ten hours a day.”

I laughed. “Okay. Did you enjoy your lunch?”

“It was early, but yes, it was good to talk.”

“What did you do this afternoon?”

“I worked out for a couple of hours, went for a run then I worked on a program I think will help the blind. The name is Eyely. It’s a program where Braille interacts with visual and verbal cues. It will help them to be more independent. At least that’s the plan. I’d love to show it to you when it’s further along.”

“I’d be very interested, it sounds intriguing.”

“It’s exciting to finally be able to focus on the development, I’ve been working on it for about a year in my spare time. Now I’m unemployed, I’ll have the time to iron out the glitches and hopefully look at getting it into the market sometime next year.”

“I’m proud of you.”

David’s eyes widened.

“No one has ever said that to you, have they?”

David shook his head. “Janice has but no one else and it’s been a long time.”