Chapter 8

Jane lifts the martini, takes a sip, and says, “They do make the best cocktails here. It’s so nice to be spoiled in life.” She dabs one tight corner of her mouth with a napkin and continues, “Tucker is lost. He’s not himself these days. I see the hopelessness in his eyes, the hardship. He needs to be with men of his nature. He claims to be out of place at Temple, which takes away from his studies and is causing a severe drop in his grades. At this conjecture in his life, he’s socially behind, or so he tells me. He has no gay friends at Temple, feels out of place, at the wrong college…and I’m rambling, which is uncommon for me. Let me get to my point, young man.”

She reaches inside her purse and retrieves a standard-size envelope. Jane places the envelope on the table and slides it in my direction.