Wayne hated lying to Pad but he didn’t know what Pad would do or say if he told him the truth. He didn’t have a lead to a part-time job. He had an open invitation that only required him to call a couple of days’ in advance to confirm the gig, thanks to a manager of a similar bar in West Hollywood, who gave him the phone number of the club owner in Orlando.
It seemed that he lied to a lot of people lately. His father, a colonel at Hill Air Force Base just north of Salt Lake, asked him point blank a few months ago if he was gay. He’d lied. Wayne knew since he was eight or nine that he was gay. A distant cousin of his came out when he was younger, and he was excommunicated from the church. His mother wanted him to find a nice Mormon girl and have lots of kids with her.
That’ll never happen.
