Chapter 23

“How can you not like women?” he asked. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Things went quickly downhill from there. The entire time Clay and I lived together, my father probably visited us twice and never stayed for very long. He said he couldn’t understand my same sex attraction and never would.

“That’s too bad,” Eric said.

“I’m not losing any sleep over it. I don’t live my life for my father. If I did, I’d have a wife, two or three kids, and a dog by now.”

Eric was quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. “Your father isn’t stopping you from getting a dog.”

I laughed. “No. He isn’t. Is that your way of telling me I should get a dog?”

“That’s my way of telling you to think about it.”

“Very subtle, Mr. Keener. I thought you Keeners lacked the ability to be subtle.”

“We do, but I’ve been taking cues from you.”

“Ah.”