In church this morning and Mr. Sapphire Cufflinks (you know who I mean!) brings me coffee, which is nice because it's cold and I'll be able to miss at least five minutes of the service, as I'll have to pee and need to pick a good time to excuse myself, walk down the aisle, into the vestibule and then down the public hall toward the meeting rooms. There are two bathrooms just to the right when you start down the hall.
I put in my airpods and listen to a song by Woods Of Ypes (okay, two) while sitting on the counter, because the hymn Sam chose for this snowy cold Sunday was an unbearable Christian lament and the coffee turned out to be a great excuse because I'm really picky about what goes in my ears. Any music is better than no music, I always say, but also Driver picks the music. This is my life, I'll be in charge of the soundtrack, church or not.
When I come out, Sam is standing in the hall.
Are you sick?
No? I had an extra coffee so I didn't think I could wait until we get home to pee.
I was starting to worry.
I was only gone five minutes. Who's doing the sermon?
George. He's ready. And you were gone for over fifteen minutes.
Sorry. In a dreamworld today I guess.
Let's return? He holds out his elbow. I take it.
Okay. And I want to ask him something but I don't. I don't want to wreck anything or start anything. I feel like he's brand new again and I need him in my life.
I don't have to ask because he answers me anyway. I miss you, Bridge. I miss our late-evening philosophical chats.
Don't you have them with Matt?
Of course, but he has such a different world view. It's harder and more pragmatic. Yours is kinder, more imaginative.
That's how I describe Lochlan and I. That's funny.
Do you think Matt will be my Lochlan?
I think he already is. We walk back into the sanctuary to see Lochlan coming down the aisle. He waited twenty minutes because he knows some of these songs are even longer than others. He smiles when he sees me and I tell Sam at least I hope Matt is a Lochlan for you because it's wonderful.
I put in my airpods and listen to a song by Woods Of Ypes (okay, two) while sitting on the counter, because the hymn Sam chose for this snowy cold Sunday was an unbearable Christian lament and the coffee turned out to be a great excuse because I'm really picky about what goes in my ears. Any music is better than no music, I always say, but also Driver picks the music. This is my life, I'll be in charge of the soundtrack, church or not.
When I come out, Sam is standing in the hall.
Are you sick?
No? I had an extra coffee so I didn't think I could wait until we get home to pee.
I was starting to worry.
I was only gone five minutes. Who's doing the sermon?
George. He's ready. And you were gone for over fifteen minutes.
Sorry. In a dreamworld today I guess.
Let's return? He holds out his elbow. I take it.
Okay. And I want to ask him something but I don't. I don't want to wreck anything or start anything. I feel like he's brand new again and I need him in my life.
I don't have to ask because he answers me anyway. I miss you, Bridge. I miss our late-evening philosophical chats.
Don't you have them with Matt?
Of course, but he has such a different world view. It's harder and more pragmatic. Yours is kinder, more imaginative.
That's how I describe Lochlan and I. That's funny.
Do you think Matt will be my Lochlan?
I think he already is. We walk back into the sanctuary to see Lochlan coming down the aisle. He waited twenty minutes because he knows some of these songs are even longer than others. He smiles when he sees me and I tell Sam at least I hope Matt is a Lochlan for you because it's wonderful.