Chapter 10

“I’m giving her a huge tip,” David says.

“Yeah.”

The look on his face at the first sip is pure bliss. He sets down his mug and gestures for me to continue.

I could pick something lighthearted, I guess, to return to the earlier, easy banter. But his confession struck a chord with me, and I enjoy this deeper turn our conversation has taken. “I know all about feeling like you have to hide part of who you are.”

“Yeah?”

I nod. “Being gay was a mortal sin where I grew up. Probably still is. I haven’t been back since I fled when I was eighteen, so I wouldn’t know. They woulda beaten the shit out of me if they’d ever found out.” I suspect my parents somehow knew, though. We’d talked on the phone now and then after I left, but they never said anything about me coming home for a visit. Over the years, the calls have gotten fewer and fewer, and now it’s down to once a year, on Christmas.

“That’s awful.”