One Night, No Names
Behind me, the glass door slid open an inch more.
“Jason?”
Clara's voice was small, but steady.
I turned immediately.“I’m here,” he said.
And I was.
“So what’s the plan?” Mike asked, “Ain’t you getting married to Clara again or what?”
“I’m serious,” Mike pressed. “People are asking. You disappear, then you show up, then you disappear again. One minute you’re done, next minute you’re talking about forever. Which is it?”
“There’s no plan,” I said flatly.