Chapter 37

“It does.”

“You’re not…” Tucker whispered.

“Not what?” Chad shook his head. “Never mind. But check it out. The thing is, there are others here just like me. There have to be.”

“I’m like you.”

“To a point.”

“What do you mean ‘to a point’?”

“Maybe we couldn’t be who we are everywhere here, but we wouldn’t be stuck just in the back of your van. I mean, if we could, like,” Chad’s voice got even quieter, “hold hands in public, or in a group, or at a bar, would you, like, hold hands with me, or would you rather hold hands with Roy?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t know. All the guys in the magazines look like you and Roy, not me.”

“Ya think?”

“The drawings in the Greek book look like me. Maybe I should move to Greece.”

“That was centuries ago. You’d have to move there in a time machine.” Tucker smiled. Chad didn’t.

“‘It is estimated that as much as six to ten percent of the population is homosexual,’” Chad read.