Chapter 100

“You know? How could you? I’m not even 100 percent sure myself.”

“Steve, I have what some people refer to as gaydar. I can always tell if a guy is gay, even if he isn’t sure of it himself, and I’ve never known it to be wrong. I sensed that you were gay last night. For that matter, so did Charles, and we talked about it before we went to bed last night.

“I’LL TELL YOU SOMETHING else: your mother suspects it as well, because she brought it up after you went to bed.”

“Was she mad about it?”

“No, she was more scared to death of what your father would do if he ever figured it out. She asked me to talk to you if I had an opportunity.”

“She’s right to be scared,” he said. “My dad hates queers, as he calls them. You don’t want to know the kind of things that he says about you. He would kill me if he found out.”

“Then you had best learn to be very careful, kiddo,” I said. “Now, it’s my turn to ask a question. Have you ever actually had sex?”