Chapter 3

Our waiter came back. “Your food’s coming, but the boss wants everyone to know that we’ll be closing early so we can all get home before the storm hits. And, oh, my, let me tell you, you two are dressed to the nines.” He tossed his head and wandered over to another table.

“Us?” Dave asked. He was wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and a sports coat with elbow patches. He looked like a college professor from the 1950s. As for me, I’d been travelling all day and then wandering around a dirty, crumbling old house.

Dave had a weird smile. He leaned in close to me and said, “I’ve seen him at Norm’s Nines. We didn’t have a gay bar here until several years after you left. It’s the place to be if you’re in.” He shrugged. “Especially if you’re out!”

I blurted, “I’m—both!”

Then we both drank, glanced at each other, and looked out the window.

“Oh, look, it’s raining,” Dave said brightly.

Our waiter came back with our food. “Eat fast, and make sure you swallow, ha ha!”