“Brad, I don’t—”
He held up his hand. “I’m not ashamed of you and Doc B. I’m not ashamed of myself. But I can’t take a chance on being outed. I hate it but this is what I have to do. I have to be a macho, hetero jock. I’m sorry, but I have to if I want to play football.”
“Would you prefer that Andy and I didn’t come to your games?”
“No, I want you there. But when Ted’s there looking so gay and hugging me—”
I didn’t like it but I understood. I went to bed with a heavy heart.
The next morning Brad and Ted went for a long walk. When they came back their eyes were red. Ted went to his room and came back upstairs with his bag. Andy and Ted jumped in the truck and took off for Lansing. Brad and I headed south for Toledo.