Wife and my old friend
I frowned, and shook my head. My best friend from my college days was visiting me, and it was like nothing had changed. His attitude, his self-importance, his subtle maintaining of himself as the focal point of every girl in the room. It was all the same. What was so confusing about all this was that, in truth, everything had changed. Back when we roomed together, John had been the very pinnacle of strength, and had secretly been a hero of mine. A habitual exerciser and comfortable dieter,...