The Bartender has also become a four-letter word—his name. This is unusual for me, and he teases me with every botched introduction.
He’s just okay, I tell my friends, but they know I’m lying.
My fourth year of teaching ends today and I leave in four days for the summer. I’ll be gone for 48 days (if you’re counting), which is probably about the same amount of time that we’ve known each other.
So this is silly and strange and I’m skeptical about our poor timing and mismatched schedules and very different lifestyles, but he fights me with more four-letter words—ones like miss and wait and keep.