And if Ramsey was going to make a joke out of my plus one in writing, before I had even replied, then I thought I might as well use it.
That is how I put it to myself at the time. About four words of that are true.
Which is when I thought of Abel.
I want to be exact about this, because it matters: I did not think of a friend. I thought of a man Ramsey would look at.
PART 3
Abel works with me. Two floors up, different department.
He has been one of my closest friends for about two years, which is exactly as long as I have been divorced — and that is not a coincidence, and I have known it was not a coincidence for about eighteen months.
He knew what Ramsey had said. All of it, including the kitchen and the four days of packing.
