Running from Mouse (Monday, Nov. 22, 1999)
Monday morning, I left early for the office. The apartment felt stuffy with Mouse’s medical books stacked everywhere among the clutter of dishes and dirty clothes. I had to get out of there.
I never looked forward to my morning commute. I took the subway to 23rd Street and Sixth Avenue in Manhattan, then rode the Path train to Hoboken, New Jersey. From the train station, my office was about a five-minute walk. Fortunately that day, the early morning weather was nice, though cold, and I savored the winter sunshine. I slid my key in the lock, grateful that no one else would arrive for at least another half hour.
When I opened my e-mail, a message from Tyler awaited me, and my heart began racing. What did he want? Did he feel the same connection I had felt?


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