Chapter 5

“No. I can’t afford to eat out unless it’s the Golden Arches.”

“The struggling college student. Been there, done that.”

In the restaurant, they were seated at a banquette along the rear wall, but not until they’d passed several tables occupied by some very gay men and a few gay women. “This isn’t my favorite restaurant,” Tom said. “It’s just a little too gay for my taste, but the food is good, the service is adequate, and the prices are reasonable.”

“What do you mean when you say ‘too gay’?”

“Did you ever see the movie Mannequin?”

“Sure, it’s one of my favorites.”

“Then you surely remember the black guy named Hollywood in the movie. I’m referring to people like that.”

“Oh yeah,” Noah said.

They ordered sandwiches and Cokes, and he began to quiz Noah. “So where exactly are you from?”

“Live Oak.”

“Wow. That’s over halfway to Tallahassee from here.”

“You forgot to mention that it’s very small and very redneck.”