Grady opens the door. He’s learned not to be wearing a towel. I command respect and wearing a towel when I arrive means he’s expecting me to simply have sex with him. It means he thinks I’m that easy. I’m glad. He’s learning.

Instead, he’s wearing jeans and a cotton checked shirt. It’s long-sleeved but he’s rolled the sleeves up to just below the elbows. He wearing shoes and it tells me he’s ready to go out.

“Going somewhere?” I ask.

“Well, I was thinking we could go for dinner,” he smiles.

“Mmm,” I think about it. “You surprised me twice in less than a minute. There may be hope...