Over the next month, I tried to call Mom to tell her that I had moved and had a new phone number, but she wouldn't talk to me. I even called my brother Jim and he called me a faggot and hung up on me.
I had left Bo a message on his machine with the news and gave him my new address and phone number. He finally returned my call a couple of weeks into December.
He said he was very happy for me and that I deserved someone who could be there for me. His voice sounded full of regret and it made me a little bit sad for him.
I knew he loved playing pro ball, but I could tell he was lonely. He asked to talk to Tony and they talked for quite a while about football and other stuff. I was pleased that Bo was making an effort to be friends with my boyfriend.
By this time, things at work were back
