They arrived at the clinic, and Sam got out of the car first. She held the door open for him and stuck her hand inside.
“Take it,” she said, waving her hand. He took it with a sigh. “I’m feeling chivalrous again.”
“I’m not wearing heels today.”
“Yeah, but I needed an excuse.”
“An excuse for what?”
Sam twined her fingers around his.
“To hold your hand.”
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AS THEY WALKED INTO THE CLINIC, SAM REFUSED TO let go of Kingsley’s hand. Even when he sat in Dr. Sutton’s office, Sam stood next to him, her hand still in his. Or perhaps it was his hand in hers. She’d twined their fingers together so tightly he couldn’t tell who held on to whom.
Dr. Sutton entered with a file in her hand.
“No speeches. No preliminaries,” Kingsley said before Dr. Sutton could say a word. “Tell me right now—good or bad.” “Kingsley…” Dr. Sutton took a seat, and Sam clutched his
hand even tighter. It was bad. He knew it was bad. Was he going to die?
What did he have?
Had he given it to anyone else?
He was never going to have children. He was never going
to do anything ever again.
Would S?ren miss him after he was gone?
Would anyone miss him at all?
Dr. Sutton smiled.
“Good,” she said.
Kingsley’s shoulders slumped, and he breathed out two solid
weeks’ worth of terror. Had he ever felt so relieved? So happy?
So grateful?
Sam took his face in her hands and kissed him on both
cheeks. When he looked at her, he saw tears in her eyes. Dr. Sutton gave him the lecture on sexual health and responsibility to end all lectures, scheduled him for follow-up
testing in six months and then six months after that. Half an
hour later he and Sam, still holding hands, left the office. The
sun was shining. The birds were singing. The street people
weren’t pissing on the sidewalk anywhere near his shoes. A
perfect day.
“I’ll admit, I got a little worried when you said you’ve had
sex with half of Europe,” she said. “I’d settle for half of Chelsea. Or all of Chelsea if she’s cute.”
“You disapprove?”
“I’m impressed.”
“You might not want me, but other people do.” “I think you’re very pretty,” Sam said, and patted him on
the arm.
“Thank you. Now tell me I have a good personality.” “Oh, get over it. You can have every other woman in the
city.”
“You’re right, I can,” he said, grinning ear to ear. “I can
fuck again.”
“You couldn’t fuck before?”
“I had to wait until I got my results back.”
“Is that why you went to Rome for two weeks?” “Among other reasons.”
“What did you do in Rome?”
“Learned the art of sadism from a notorious Roman madam.” “Please, tell me you have vacation slides.”
The car pulled up to the curb, but Kingsley stopped Sam
from getting in.
“I want you to do something for me,” Kingsley said. “Anything for you,” she said.
“You take the Rolls and go back to the house. Call everyone in my red book and invite them over tonight. Then go
buy a week’s worth of condoms.”
“I’ve never bought condoms before. What’s a week’s
worth?”
“I don’t know. A hundred? Wait. We’re having a party. Better make it a thousand.”
“What else?”
“Get big ones,” he said. “Since I’m—”
Sam stuck her fingers in her ears.
“La la la,” she sang. “Not listening…”
He pulled her hands from her ears.
“Call for food. Call for alcohol. We’re having a party.” “What kind of party?” she asked.
Kingsley grinned.
“Gotcha,” Sam said. “That kind of party.”
Sam took her marching orders and marched. He was glad
she hadn’t asked him where he was going. Since she hadn’t
made any progress digging for dirt on Reverend Fuller, he
decided to take matters into his own hands.
He hailed a cab and gave the driver an address in Queens.
He’d learned from Sam that Fuller had a small satellite office
in the city. They’d move into their larger quarters once The