Wedding Season (2011)
“Sometimes the summer days in San Francisco all look alike… cold, damp and gray. Each morning that week the fog was so thick that it blocked out the sun until noon… or one… or five. But each time Artie pulled one of his old gowns out of the trunk he could almost feel the heat of the spotlights again and the warmth of the loving crowds.
Tim kept busy too. He worked at Arts every night that week and worked on his kitchen floor during the daytime. The first sanding exposed the tiny nails in the... hardwood floors. Now he gave each one a tap with the hammer and a little steel tool that looked like an awl—exactly the way Nick taught him.
On Saturday Nick drove down from Monte Rio and they spent the afternoon filling the tiny holes with wood putty. They tuned in a classical station and didn’t talk much. Tim’s back ached and he hadn’t mentioned his mother once since Aunt Ruth called on Sunday from the Wagon Wheel Inn.
Nick was frustrated that Tim wouldn’t confide in him and he couldn’t remember the last time they spent a Saturday night without sex.MoreLess
Tim kept busy too. He worked at Arts every night that week and worked on his kitchen floor during the daytime. The first sanding exposed the tiny nails in the... hardwood floors. Now he gave each one a tap with the hammer and a little steel tool that looked like an awl—exactly the way Nick taught him.
On Saturday Nick drove down from Monte Rio and they spent the afternoon filling the tiny holes with wood putty. They tuned in a classical station and didn’t talk much. Tim’s back ached and he hadn’t mentioned his mother once since Aunt Ruth called on Sunday from the Wagon Wheel Inn.
Nick was frustrated that Tim wouldn’t confide in him and he couldn’t remember the last time they spent a Saturday night without sex.MoreLess
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