"By the time she was serving him a cup of tea in her brand-new kitchen, Walt appeared. Dressed. "Mason, I'd like you to meet Walt Booth, my--" "Significant other," he said, putting out his hand. He glanced askance at Muriel with a lifted brow, challenging her. She just shook her head and chuckled. "Walt is my neighbor and very good friend. Very. Good." Walt helped himself to a beer from her refrigerator, demonstrating that he was not a guest. "Now,"