I miei colleghi mi prendevano in giro perché pranzavo con il bidello da 11 anni. Al suo funerale, il suo…

it. Or if he did, he never let it touch him.

One afternoon, after a particularly loud round of laughter from a table near us, Derek and his friends doing some bit about “the lunch lovebirds,” I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” I asked Charles. “What they say?”

He took a slow sip of his black coffee from the thermos lid before he answered.continue reading …