Jesse, his neighbor, has invited him to dinner. Closer to him than his own mother, Mike knows he can tell her anything. She knows he’s had a woman over, even though she’s blind, by sniffing the scent of Deidre’s perfume.
“Well, it was only kissing. She’s almost ten years younger. In fact, I’ve dated her mother.”
“Awkward.”
“Somewhat. Bit of a schoolgirl crush. Nice kid. If things were different, Jesse, I’d be real tempted.”
“You’re already tempted,” she said in that all knowing tone she gets when she knows she’s right. “But there again, you’re too much of a gentleman.”
“She is a sweet kid. The important word being kid,” I emphasized for my own benefit.
“You need a woman, not a child. I think you were right to tell her no.”
“How do you know I was the one declining?”
“Because your voice if full of regret. Only…
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