He complimented Fred on the loft again. Fred was blue-striped bath-robed, barefoot, sleepy-haired.
"The place is alright," Fred said with a twist of his lips. "The view is nice, anyway. Have you seen Casey's place?"
Embarrassment struck Glen. What was Fred implying?
"No," he said.
"Not yet, eh?" Fred said.
"What do you mean?"
Fred looked at him, surprised. "She wants you. You can tell that, certainly."
"Yes," he said. The wonder of it fluttered in his chest. He added, "But I'm married, I told her that."
"Ah, a touch of frustration to up the tension. Well played."
Glen had the sensation of treading water far out of his depth. "I don't…"
Fred said, "Do you love your wife?"
"Beyond any question," Glen replied without hesitating.
"How sad." Fred shoved the hat towards Glen and gestured him at the door.
Glen resisted. "What do you mean?"
"Things have a way of working out for Casey," Fred said.