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Glass Goes On (2nd of 3)
You didn’t think that was it, did you?
Columns, nice clear delineations, logic and bedrock and truth, oh my! There was nothing so satisfying, so secure, and relaxation-inducing as a perfectly balanced ledger sheet. Flights of pretty swirls of this and that fell twitching next to the solid, unshakeable pillars of numbers that added up to a vast plateau of stability.
Art was all very good in its place and, Derek supposed, important in some airy fairy let’s invent something ever so much more fun kind of way that too many emotionally immature types seemed to need. Lenny, for instance. And that was just too bad because Lenny was such a peach otherwise.
Derek liked L.A. and dove right in to the deep end of every lush turquoise pool of opportunity presented to him. Privately, in the sanctity of his own company car, he admitted that he loathed the subway. Sitting in traffic with an audio book and some numbers to reconcile was never a hardship. He practically purred every time he kicked the engine over and pulled out of the parking garage.
The excitement of starting over, setting up a new apartment with new lovely furniture, getting sorted out in a demanding job had all kept Derek nicely distracted and he was able to hold to the promise he’d made to himself: let Lenny come to him. The kid would see the…
