Chapter 65

It had been a seven-hour flight and a one-hour connection, even if the clock did say it had only been five and a half, and although he’d kept his nose shoved in a perfectly gruesome horror novel, it hadn’t stopped the woman beside him from sharing every single thing that crossed her mind. Kids—grown. Dogs—presently kenneled. Business—unfortunately mediocre. House—renovating. Uterus—cramping. For three hours that had gone on, until Gerry had finally closed his book, sighed a light sigh, turned to her with a smile, and said, “I’m gay.”

When they finally turned on to Pine Street and Gerry saw the familiar vertical sign that marked the spot on the massive brick building, he panicked. “Go another block further,” he told the driver. “There’s a hotel on the left. I’d like to check in first.”

The driver looked down at his clipboard, and then lifted his wrist and peered at his watch. “You’ll be late. It’s already seven and the show starts at eight.”