Chapter 65

“Casey, you remember my mom, right?”

He held out his hand, but she pulled him into a hug. And immediately started to cry. “Thank you for being there for him when I couldn’t. I can’t ever repay you.”

He patted her on the back, looking at me while I quickly wiped away a few tears. “Of course, Mrs. Martens. He’s a good guy.”

“Oh please, call me Stacy. Anyway, where are we going now?”

We spent the day wandering around the city until it was time for the show we’d booked at a drag club downtown. Mom sat in the front row and, for the first time ever, watched us perform a live show.

She hadn’t come to any shows when we had first started out in King. It was amazing that, almost a year after we had been offered a record deal and I came out to my parents, I would find her in a drag club in Palm Springs, cheering and clapping, telling the large drag queen at her table I was her son.