REDISCOVERING A FRIEND
It was a Wednesday night and for more than a week I had been planning to meet with an old high school friend and his wife for dinner. I had seen my friend several times in the last year since he moved back to Los Angeles but had met his wife only once. I would really have preferred to meet with him alone, maybe for a drink or two after work. But it was their invitation to go out to dinner and I agreed with only superficial interest.
I met them on time at a small restaurant on Sunset Boulevard and there was only a short wait to get a booth. I had forgotten how pretty his wife was; and had also previously overlooked the masculine attractiveness of my friend. As we stood at the bar I surreptitiously surveyed his body, wondering why I had not before appreciated his
