Chapter 3Tyler Campbell resisted rolling his eyes when his mother asked if he’d had fun with his friends last night. It was such a juvenile turn of phrase in his opinion, but then, his mother was from an older generation so she didn’t get that you didn’t ‘have fun’ when you went out with the guys. He supposed, no, he knew he was lucky that she had accepted that he was gay without making an issue of it and wondered if by ‘fun’ she meant he’d gone to bed with one of them—which he wouldn’t have. His father had accepted his being gay as well, saying, mostly as a joke, that it explained why Tyler had studied art and history in college, earning degrees in both subjects. He was proud of his son when two of his meticulously executed drawings were accepted for a show at a local gallery and immediat
