“Um, okay.”
“I promise. So you have two brothers…?”
“Mark, he’s a stockbroker. Luke is a psychotherapist. They’re both married, but Luke’s wife just had a baby.” She sighed. “Jazmin Bianca Mason. Always called by the first two.”
He chuckled, “That won’t last long.”
“It doesn’t. Luke calls her Jazz when the bitch isn’t around.”
“I can feel for your brother.” He could. He’d been in many relationships, especially in recent years, when the woman was what was called a shrew in his old days. Kyle was right; the sixties had changed women. However, there were a few who didn’t mind his chivalry.
They talked for a little while longer, mostly firming up the plans for Tuesday, and then he hung up. He made sure he didn’t say anything sounding like “love” or even a “miss you”. He did admit that he would want to hear her voice again.
He started doing mindless work, examining the shelves and putting up new drugs on them. He thought about how much he’d tell her.
The real story started in the year of our Lord 1222 in Aquitaine, France.