Chapter 10Like always, Daniel didn’t give no sign the next morning. We just got ready and went to work. About noon, after almost losing toes and ankle bones to my own axe, I realized something had happened to me. I couldn’t get last night out of my mind. It was so simple, something kids do when they’re growing up, but it reached down deeper inside me than anything ever had before. Bart called me a selfish lover; Daniel was the most unselfish one I knew. I loved him. That screwy thought kept running through my head.
I looked at him different. I saw him different. He was a different man. No, I was different. Me, big stud. f****d more women than I could count. Labeled everybody who was different as queers, faggots, fairies, and pansies and…and I loved a man! That made me…what?
So I grabbed
