Chapter 4

“Well?”

“I don’t know.” After a pause, he added, “What makes you think the guy’s even gay?”

Sharon stopped her own entry in the cash register to turn and stare at him. Then she snorted and resumed.

“Honey, if they had membership cards—they would have taken yoursaway longago.”

Garner smiled sheepishly. He knew what Sharon was referring to: his so-called membership in the gay community. He always found the reference vaguely unsettling. No doubt he was not membership material for anygroup, but he preferred it that way. But still, whenever she said this, about his being an unconventional gay man, he always felt like he’d done something wrong.