Chapter 9

“My thirty dollars outflanked your ten, and I found out what room you came out of a few hours ago,” and Mara gave it her own significant sniff to punctuate as well.

Ian raised that one eyebrow over the right eye and laughed. “I’ll have to remember to tip better.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Obviously, I wasn’t. Imagine my shock when I woke up in his bed?”

“Does Stephen know about him?”

“About last night?”

“No, of course not. But about him? He’s gay or at least bi-curious but from the looks he gives you, I’d say gay.”

“Where are you getting this terminology from? I thought Oprah retired.”

“Since you never talk to me or your father about—- things, I’ve been going to the local PFLAG support group. I want to understand,” Mara looked away briefly and then returned her attention to her son.

“Oh, Momma, there’s really nothing to tell. Did Jessie talk to you about her dates and love life?”

“Ian, Iama woman and I understood what she was going through. I’d been there and done that!”