It was a grudging courtesy to my mother. One of her country club vipers had a son visiting home from college.
“Mother, I told you I didn’t like men a decade ago. Haven’t changed my mind.”
“Nonsense, dear. A nice dinner out. What can be the harm?”
The things we do. He picked me up at 7:00. By 7:05, he figured out I was queer. The jacket and tie helped.
The dinner was as expected, but not a total loss. When the blond valkyrie serving us gave him the bill, she palmed me a note.
Still hungry? off @ 10
