Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Darrin took the elevator up to his apartment, went in, and checked on dinner as per Brad’s instructions.

The delightful smells emanating from a pot simmering on the stove told Darrin it was one of Brad’s specialties: his mother’s Neapolitan spaghetti. Made with a full stick of real butter and browned hamburger without draining the grease, it was served with a cardiologist on speed dial. Darrin lifted the lid, took the wooden spoon lying on the counter, and tasted the bubbling sauce. It was heavenly.

Darrin didn’t usually eat meals this heavy in fat. Being a dancer, he was careful to watch his diet. Darrin couldn’t cook worth a damn, so eating light hadn’t been a problem. But Brad was an excellent chef and this particular meal was one of Darrin’s favorites. So he let himself indulge. He made a mental note to eat only non-fat yogurt the next day

A piece of paper with a message from Brad was also lying on the counter.