Chapter 42

“Don’t think so, Shrimpy. Maybe at one time.”

Ben took his hand away.

“Plus, uh, I believed your big declaration to the press.” Adam mimicked Ben with a Bronx intonation he didn’t actually have. “Yo, I’m not gay.”

“Oh. Hey! I don’t sound like that, and I never said yo! You’re the one with the valley boy affectation.”

“All those years and it didn’t rub off on ya.”

“All those years,” Ben repeated.

“The point is, I didn’t know anyone was really gay,” Adam said. “I thought it was all gossipy bullshit. The ice dancer, sure, but—”

“That’s stereotyping. Plenty of figure skaters are completely hetero—”

Adam growled. “Really? A political correctness lecture about Booger Fisher now?”

“Fine. So…um…who isreally gay?” Ben kept trying to get the answer he wanted.

“As it turns out,” Adam raised both palms, “apparently everyone is. Duh!” He smacked himself in the forehead. “When Richie dropped the bomb that you and Fisher were dick to dick in the men’s room—”