CATALYST

DAVID

"Of course my sister needed a favor. Did she ever call me when she didn't?

      "I'm not fostering another rescue puppy, Sowon. I'm still trying to get the stains out from the last one I took in."

      "It's not a puppy this time." She lowered her voice. "It's a person."

      "A person?" I propped myself up on one elbow. "What kind of person?"

      "A Japanese person."

      I frowned. "Sowon, what the hell? Is this another one of your friends from circus school?"

      "I told you, it's not circus school. It's aerial arts class. And anyway, no, he's not from there. He was a customer whose bag was stolen while he was sitting at the bar tonight."

      "His bag?"

      "Like his carry-on bag. He'd literally just gotten off the plane from Fukoka a few hours earlier. And the friend who was

"supposed to pick him up at the airport didn't show."

      "How'd he end up at the bar?"

      "He got in a cab and told the driver to take him someplace downtown. The driver brought him here. It was fate!"

      I ignored that. Sowon was always droning on about fate and stars and mystical crap. "And then his bag was stolen?"

      "Yes. Right under everyone's noses while he was sitting at the bar. And no one saw a thing."

      "Yeah, those guys are good. Probably saw him get out of a cab with a bag and pegged him as a tourist. Easy mark. You call the police?"

      "Yes. They came and made a report, but they don't think they'll find it. And the poor guy was so nice about it. But now he's stranded here with nothing because someone at my bar stole everything he had. I feel responsible! I have to help him!"

      I rolled my eyes. Sowon never saw a stray puppy or wounded bird or kitten up a tree she didn't want to rescue. She'd been like that all her life. I didn't fault her for having a big heart, but she had so much going on and so many roommates, somehow I always ended up with random animals at my house until she figured out where to take them.

      "First of all, Sowon-a, it's not your fault. It could have happened anywhere."

      "But it didn't. It happened right here."

      I ignored her stubborn tone. "Second, why is he your responsibility? Where's his friend?"

"He doesn't know."

      "Can't he call him?"

      "His phone is dead."

      "So charge it." For fuck's sake. My sister was twenty six. Why did it feel like I was talking to a first grader?

      "He forgot his charger in Fukoka. And I can't find one here."

      "Oh, Jesus." I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache coming on.

      "Please, David. It's only for one night. And you have an extra bedroom and bathroom at your house."

      "What about your house?"

      "Come on, I've got three roommates. And one of them has her brother visiting, so he's taking up the couch. You live all alone in that nice big house."

      It probably wasn't a dig at me, but it sort of felt like one.

      "I bet that extra bedroom is all made up already, isn't it?" Ellen went on. "Clean sheets on the bed, no dust on the furniture, no throw pillows out of place. I bet even the bathroom is sparkling clean and has big, fluffy towels all folded up and ready to go."

      "You know, making fun of me isn't the best way to get what you want."

      "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. But it's true, right?"

      "It's true," I admitted through clenched teeth.

      "Then can you please come get him and take him home for the night? Just one night, I promise."

      "Wait a minute, I have to come and get him, too? Are you serious?"

"Well, yes. I can't just put him in a cab. He doesn't have any money. And you're not that far. Please, big brother. Pleeeease? For me?"

      I groaned in agony, because I knew the exact face she was making right now. It never failed to pierce my armor.

      She laughed. "Thank you. You're the best."

      "I didn't say yes." But I sat up and tossed the covers off.

      "I know you. You can't say no to me."

      "Fine. I'll come get him, and he can stay here tonight. But he better not stain anything."

      "He's very clean, I promise. But you might have to lend him some pajamas or something."

      I got out of bed and headed for my closet. "Christ, Sowon. Do you want me to tuck him in, too? Sing him a lullaby?"

      "What? No! Unless you want it too and ready to accept when he falls for you after. Im not gonna complain in fact ill be more than happy to see it happen." I could hear her giggle on the other side.

      Switching on the closet light, I grabbed the jeans and shirt I'd had on earlier. "Remind me how mean you are next time I'm trying to say no to you."

      "No way. But I love you. See you in a few."

"I ended the call, set my phone aside and got dressed. From my dresser drawer I grabbed a clean pair of socks, and sat on the bed to tug them on. Then I turned off the light and went downstairs, where I stepped into one of several pairs of sneakers lined up in the hall near the back door and grabbed my keys. For a second, I paused and imagined other shoes lined up there too. A little girl's sandals. A little boy's cleats. Or maybe two little pairs of Adidas like their dad's.

      Which was so stupid. Even if I hadn't fucked it up with my ex and we'd gotten married, we'd probably only have one kid by now, and it wouldn't even be out of diapers yet.

      But still. I'd be a husband. A father. I'd have a family to raise. People who needed me and depended on me and loved me unconditionally, the way I loved them. Was there anything less complicated than the love between parent and child?

      Stop it. You're being ridiculous, and the longer you stand here feeling sorry for yourself, the longer it will be before you're back in bed.

      After checking to make sure I had my phone on me and my wallet in my pocket, I went out the back door and pulled it shut behind me.

       On the drive to the bar, I realized I hadn't double-checked the spare room to make sure it was properly made up, but I wasn't really worried. I always kept it guest-ready just in case, and the hallway bathroom had been cleaned two days ago. My friends laughed at me for having a cleaning lady come every week, especially the friends who were married with kids, because how could there possibly be any dirt in the house when there was only one person living there, and that person was the most fastidious man on earth? Their houses were always a mess—stuff everywhere, as if someone had turned them upside down and shaken them like snow globes. Actually, Sowon's house was like that too, and her car—oh my God, the amount of shit in her car was enough to spike my blood pressure every time I rode in it. Sometimes I wondered how we were related. Her entire life was like a bunch of loose ends scattered every which way, and mine was like a nice, neat line.

~~~  5.  ~~~