Wrong
“Joe that interview with Gray Jackson, I didn’t see it on Janice’s report,” I asked him early that morning.
“Oh yeah Lee, I wanted to talk to you about that. Jackson called about the interview and thought it would be best to keep it private,” he said while rifling through papers on his desk. “The issue with his disorder, well he didn’t think it was wise to broadcast yet.”
“When have you ever cared about someone’s feelings Joe?” I inquired.
“When he used the words big lawsuit,” he answered.
I understood where Joe was coming from. If a person is interviewed on a specific subject and decides later that he or she doesn’t want it to be used, as journalists we have to respect their privacy.
“I understand, it was a touchy subject,” I uttered as I sat in the chair across from his desk.
“Yeah the poor Son of a bastard cost me an arm and a leg,” he angrily said.
“Why is that?” I asked concerned.
“I do have to pay the reporter who interviewed him don’t I?” he said sarcastically.
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I spoke to Sam this morning and told him Paula was in town for a couple of days and we were going out. He, as always, didn’t mind but told me to call him once I got home. I felt bad for lying to him. I couldn’t tell him I was going out with someone I used to love and may still have feelings for.
The game was a success. The east coast beat the west coast by 15 points. I drove to Union Station to meet Gray at B Smith’s, it was five minutes before 11:00pm, and he was right on time.
“Hiya buddy,” Gray said sounding excited. “Glad you could make it.”
“Well, we’ll end it on a good note,” I replied.
Dinner was fantastic. The both of us laughed and joked basically all night. We talked about everything from grade school to college, who we to liked and who we didn’t like. It was almost like old times. Almost.
“Excuse me Gray, I have to go the ladies room,” I said rising giddily from the table.
At first I was afraid of someone seeing me with Gray. Sam is not only a prosecuting attorney but he’s also a lawyer for Senator George Little of Virginia. So everyone knew the both of us.
“I had too much to drink,” I said out loud to myself while leaning on one of the bathroom stalls.
I haven’t had this much to drink since college. I’m in no condition to drive home at all. I’ll take a cab and pick up my car in the morning, I thought as I walked back to the table drunkenly.
“Lee are you ok?” Gray asked concerned.
“Of course I am, I just had a little bit too much,” my speech slurred thick.
“Well here drink some water,” Gray said as he poured more water into my glass. “It’ll make you feel better, besides I don’t want anything to happen to that beautiful body of yours,” he added.
“Thank you. Jeez, look at the time it’s almost one in the morning, I better get going.”
“How are you going to go home in that condition,” he asked seriously.
“I’ll be fine I’ll take a cab,” I said laughing at his concern.
“Don’t be ridiculous Lee, I’ll have my driver take you home,” he said.
“No don’t bother I’ll be…” Fine, I thought, just fine. It was my last coherent thought.
Reality
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, I rolled over and glanced at the clock. Under the covers my bed felt more comfortable than I’d remembered.
“Good Morning Sunshine,” a voice said in my ear. I could feel my fiancée body up against mine. But when did he come back?
“Good Morning, Sa…” I said as turned around and realized it wasn’t Sam, it was Gray! “Gray, oh my goodness, what is going on, what happened last night?” I asked jumping out of bed grabbing for my clothes including my underwear.
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