Chapter 8

The wedding had been on June 15 so three months would be September 15. When August came, my spirits lifted until I saw Raymond and Jean-Louis having lunch at Harvey’s in the Castro. They sat at a window table and I grabbed Tony’s arm to stop him from going in. “No, not here,” I said, nodding at the couple. We ate at The Cove instead where I paid too much attention to my grilled cheese sandwich.

“It had to happen,” Tony offered.

“I know, I know. I just thought by now it wouldn’t hurt.”

It was time to tell Tony about Tom who I’d loved in June, but had no idea on now. I almost said it, but instead drank my Coke because the three-month thing embarrassed me, like I had to pass some kind of test to be loved.