I was a political junkie before I could speak. Or thereabouts. I was half-nerd, half-savant.

“Make a wish!” guests cried out when the birthday cake arrived. The flickering candles created the number 35 right in the center.

Kent took a deep breath and then let it loose. The candles wavered and went out. My boyfriend’s got lungs on him.

“I wonder what he wished for,” Susan whispered to me.

I thought I knew, but I bit my tongue. No need to share Kent’s fetishes with his coworkers. Anyway, you usually don’t share wishes. But I knew in my heart that one particular desire of his was going to come true before Kent turned 35-and-a-day.

There were so many presents on the table at the end of the party that my man couldn’t keep track of... Read More