For the third night in a row, he’d dreamt of his colleague. In the dreams, they never touch. They don’t kiss. You couldn’t even really say they hugged. They lean against one another in the break room while they eat their simple cheese and lettuce sandwiches, breast to breast, chin to shoulder, delighting in the explicit domesticity of their inferred affair.
READER
Caucasian male, 50s, with silver hair and jet-black eyebrows, wearing long wool coat and wraparound earmuffs.
Mordecai, The Life & Times
Charles Foran
(Knopf, 2010)
p 41