How does it happen? Why does it happen? It will never be forgotten. It will never be told differently. There will never be a revision or varied modulation or…
We come.
Spent.
In love.
Together.
Sweaty on the bed.
Whispers in the splendorous and colorful and sticky evening:
“I’ve fallen in love with you, Mr. Braun.”
“Likewise, Fazan. With everything I have. Everything.”
* * * *
October 30
The architect, Lance Cardling, Ford’s current boyfriend, or fling—maybe I should say fling here, because I don’t think Ford is ever going to have a solid chance to settle down with a man. Spence shared his lumber with another lumberjack and Ford called it quits with the guy; not that I blame him, since I’ve never been into cheaters—lives in a log cabin at the West End Overlook that has a sky’s v
