I have to leave to get on a plane in about a half hour, but it’s Saturday, and Marie Sexton is running some snark, so here’s a snippet from Four Corners:

WHEN I opened the front door of my building, Adam stood on my stoop. “Boystown, Jakey? Really? Isn’t that kind of a gay cliché?”

“What the hell are you doing here? How did you get my address?”

“You’re still on Mom’s Christmas card list.”

I looked around him and saw the Ducati was parked in my driveway. “Your dad told me you sold that.”

“I did,” said Adam. “To my brother Danny. Take a ride with me.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Serious as a cancer diagnosis. I even brought you a helmet.”

I took a long look at him. He was wearing tight jeans that looked expensive in that distressed-just-so way and a white T-shirt under a well-worn black leather jacket. He looked like sex on legs, frankly. I thought of all the times in my early twenties that I’d pressed against Adam while riding on the back of that motorcycle, and I felt my skin flush. It was nearing twilight, luckily, so I was pretty sure Adam wouldn’t be able to see me blushing.

“Did you really ride that thing here through the city?”

He guffawed. “What are you, my mother? It’s perfectly safe. You trust me, don’t you?”

“That’s kind of a loaded question.”