It was just past midnight when we made it back to the city. I had fallen asleep in the car, but I awoke around Sunset and La Brea, about twenty minutes from Koby’s house. I roused myself and rubbed my eyes. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Nice nap?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Need me to drive?”

“No.”

“You’re not tired?”

“Not tired at all. Too aroused.”

“Aroused like in up aroused or aroused like in sex—”

“That one.”

I was amazed. “How can you be horny?”

“Because I fantasize while you sleep.”

“You’re an animal.”

“No, Cindy, I’m a guy. We are simple: cars, sports, and sex. At this hour, not many cars on the road and no game is on … I think about sex.”

I gave him the eye. “Was I in your fantasy at least?”

He grinned. “You were the fantasy.”

I hit his shoulder. “Liar!”

He laughed. “No, no, I prove it to you when we get home. I act it out for you.”

Again, I slugged him. “Would you like me to de-arouse you?”

“Not particularly.”

Silence.

“What?” Koby asked.

“I told my mother about you,” I said.

Koby’s hands gripped the wheel, but he didn’t answer.

I said, “Did it work?”

“Very much. It has died a sudden and pitiable death. What did she say?”

“She asked if it was serious.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I said I’ve known you only about a month and serious was still a relative concept. I told her I like you very much. She wants to meet you.”

He smiled. “You like me very much?”

“No, I think you’re a bum.”

“I work too hard to be a bum.”

“That’s true. You must have worked like a dog to afford the down payment on your house.”

“No, a dog has a better life.” He laughed at his joke. “The house has a story. I have a friend who had a start-up in the late ’90s. Usually I am cautious, but I don’t know. I gave him a couple of thousand that quickly turned into twenty—eight months maybe. The house came up, I took out my profit. A year later, the company went under. Pure luck.”

“The secret was you weren’t greedy.”

“Whatever it was, I don’t question, I just say thank you. When you want, I will meet your mother.”

“How about this weekend?”

“Sure.”

“You’re a sport, Koby.” I pulled down the passenger vanity mirror on the sun visor and began to play with my hair. “We usually have lunch on Saturday. I told her that wasn’t good for you because of Shabbat. I think the fact that you’re traditional about Shabbat bothers her more than your complexion.”

He made a face. “Why?”

I smoothed back a strand of bothersome locks. “My dad’s wife is very religious.”

“Ah. So I’m identified with the enemy camp.”

“More or less … although my mother remarried before my father.”

“Do you get along with your stepfather?”

“Yeah, Alan’s all right.” I took out a tube of lipstick and touched up my mouth. “I don’t see him a whole lot. I usually meet my mother alone, so I only see him when they have parties. They have quite a few of those—about six a year.”