“So… whattaya do?” she asked.
A simple question. An appropriate question, especially on a first date. And one that Colin hated so much that he’d become unusually adept at changing the subject.
“Bird watching,” came his stock answer, but that wasn’t going to fly tonight.
“Don’t recognize me, do you?” she asked.
He didn’t but knew where this was headed.
“Lemme guess. You got married at St. Michael’s sometime between 2008 and 2015. And I was the one in black.”
She nodded, sipping her martini.
“Think we can get past it?” the ex-priest asked.
“Hell no.”
Fitting answer, he thought.
The Weekday One Hundred 