I sat on the porch steps in front of the house for about ten minutes before the screen door behind me creaked open. I knew it was Bear from the heavy tread. He took a spot next to me and I did my best to ignore his hairy legs and healthy male scent.
“Your brother is gay, Mr. Choi?”
“Perhaps it would be closer to the truth to say he’s bisexual, though he’d probably say ‘I don’t give a f**k about labels.’ He and Paul met last year and it’s a sure thing. It makes me happy to see them together. They suit one another.”
“Never had that,” Bear murmured.
“Me neither.”
He scratched a hirsute thigh. “And you? You gay, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I don’t mind. I prefer men.” The whole time we spoke, we stared straight ahead, not once looking at each other. Where was this conversation going?
