“Uh, yeah, but I wanted to talk to you.”
“What’s on your mind, son?” I felt a surge of happiness calling Brad that. He had truly become our son, Andy’s and mine.
Brad studied his hands, then rubbed Annie’s neck as the German shepherd snuggled against him. Finally he said with a definite note of concern in his voice, “Why did Norman think I was gay?”
Oh, boy!
I thought for a minute and then said, “I don’t really know, Brad. Maybe he assumed because you’re living with us. Maybe it’s just because he’s a funny old man.” I chuckled. I was glad Brad did, too.
“How do you know you are gay? I mean when do you know?”
“Wow, those are tough questions. I don’t know if I have all the answers. I can tell you what my experience was, but it’s different for everyone.”
“Would you? I mean, I don’t want you to feel you have to…but I really want to know.”