Changes
Larry was not a pacer, but he wondered if it would help if he were. Instead, he stood at the window of his apartment, looking out, letting things roll over in his mind. Looking down the street, he could see all leaves gone flame red and the yellow of no. 2 pencils. He had to admit, Britannia was a pretty little town.
It'd be the first place in years he was even a little bit sorry to see the last of.
But as the thought crossed his mind, he knew he'd already made a decision. He was just stalling now. He picked up the phone and sent Cecilia a text.
Pick you up for dinner at seven tonight? It was last minute, he knew, but waiting wasn't going to help anything.