“Anybody down that way got 1000 tacos and margaritas?” I read the text and rolled my eyes. That was just like him, incommunicado for a month and then pop back into my life like two hours had gone by. I typed out a witty response, smirked, and hit send. The problem was we were both in denial. But I was wearing a new dress and the fact was, I didn’t have dinner plans. So why not? He pulled in about an hour later. We left right away, with me behind the wheel because I knew where we were going. And because he drives slow and it makes me a little crazy. It was the first time we’d gotten together for supper in a Very Long Time. Lunch, yes. But lunch is somehow different. Broad daylight doesn’t make for sliding glances and double-entendres. Daytime lunches are for catching up and griping about work issues. But take away the sun and replace it with a moon…things take a more serious note. So we slid into a booth with all the things left unsaid between us. Things we hadn’t discussed at our lunches. and it was going to be said because enough is enough and I’m not known for my passiveness. We broke the ice by tormenting our poor hapless waitress, who, as it turned out, could hold her own. “What can I get y’all…