Chapter 8

4

“ARE YOU GOING to sleep all day?” Sally said through the closed door.

“What time is it?”

“Six thirty.”

“Give me a minute or two and I’ll be out.”

I went into my bathroom, relieved myself, and splashed some cold water on my face. Back in my bedroom, I pulled on the same shorts, sans underwear, and shirt that I’d been wearing earlier. Then I went out into the living room.

“Well, sleepyhead,” she said. “Did you have a good day?”

“You could say that.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Not particularly. We had a huge, and somewhat late, lunch at The Homestead.”

“We?”

“Norm and I, and a couple of guys we met on the beach.”

“Ah, so. I thought you had that relaxed ‘I’ve just been laid’ look about you.”

“It was fun, I have to admit.”

“Tell ‘Mother’ all.”

I gave her a somewhat expurgated version of the morning’s activities, and she asked for more. Maybe Norm was right and she really was a fag hag.