Funny to see such a big man, the head of a police department, afraid of a tiny woman like Mrs. Zumpano.
“You’d better behave yourself, then.”
He puffed out his chest, and it was impressive. “Look here. I’m older than you and I’ve been taking care of you and Serge since…”
“Please, we’re adults, remember?”
“Yeah, he refuses to come home and you go to gay bars that reek of piss where you’re likely to catch an STD in the bathrooms while getting a blow job.”
“How would you know about gay bars? Though I suppose, when you’re desperate for a drink, you’ll get it anywhere you can, right?” I shot back, and his expression looked a little fearful for a second.
“What does it matter where I drink?” That wasn’t a denial.
Whatever. “Rafe Zumpano. I’m a grown-up, and I’ll thank you to remember that,
