Cars moved along the street, and somewhere nearby a construction crew was repairing a sidewalk.
“Are you angry with me?”
Logan asked.
Albert considered the question.
“I was angry.”
“Are you now?”
“Less than I was.”
“That isn’t the same as saying no.”
“No,” Albert said.
“It isn’t.”
They walked a few steps.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Logan said.
“You won’t lose me because I have boundaries.”
“I know.”
“You might lose access to me if you ignore them.”
“I know that too.”
Albert stopped beside a bench beneath a young oak tree.
“I love you,” he said.
“But I’m not moving back into that house.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“I’m not paying your bills.”
“I understand.”
“I’m not signing anything you haven’t read carefully.”
Logan managed a faint smile.
“I’ll read everything.”
“And if you don’t understand it?”
