“Well, a lot of things. I amgone a lot, which was great when I was twenty-five, looking for hot little hookups and not caring where I ended up at the end of each day.” I could never be this open about my personal life, and certainly not about men, with anyone else in my family, but I’d been talking to Bertie about sex with men since he was a teenager. I’ve always been out to him—it’s just a part of our reality—and I can talk to him the same way I can talk to Katie or any of my gay friends.
I surprised even myself with what I said next, though. “Plus, I guess, there’s kind of this guy.”
“Not the dead guy?”