Part 2—The Queens of Willow Street
Brunch was served at Pandora’s Closet, a queer diner on Liberty Avenue in downtown Pittsburgh. The drive was short from our three-bedroom home in Brookline. Parking was free if you could find a meter.
Liberty Avenue was empty on Sunday mornings; young and old queers alike enjoyed sleeping in and skipping church. Pandora’s had a line out the front door; some national television show had recently visited it and called it something like tastefully simple. Key and I paid no attention to the line, walked around and through the mass, and entered; Vince and Kyle were always early for brunch and saved us a table.
“Hold up, Robby,” my sidekick called from behind me. He grabbed my left elbow and tugged me to slow down.
I steered us to our regular table while ta
