Ray laid out a handful of white printed cards on the counter with small type and started explaining. I leaned over and looked at the cards very hard, trying to connect what Ray was saying to what I saw. On each card there was a list of football teams, one team vs another team, and after the team names on each line, two numbers, like 6-5, or 4-10. Ray described something about a point spread and a parlay, none of which made sense to me. But, OK by me.
I knew exactly what he meant. My 21st birthday had been in October, and even though he and I never talked about Graham, he knew that my heart still ached from something back then, from whatever that thing was that had been hovering over me when he and I shared the bottle of Chianti months ago, the thing I couldn’t tell him about. And he had waited for my eyes to clear and my heart to lighten all this time. He had known just the right moment, to the day and hour, when it was time, not a moment too soon, or too late.