Chapter 8: But Mom…
I look up at my lover as I sigh into the phone. “Hi to you, too, Mom.”
“Where’s Dan?” she wants to know. “What’s he have to say about this? You getting married?”
“He’s standing right here. Of course he knows about it.” I roll my eyes at him and he snickers as he clears away my plate. “He’s the one I’m marrying, God.”
My mother scoffs. “Please, Michael. Men don’t marry other men. Which one of you is going to wear the dress?”
“We aren’t—Mom!” This is why I didn’t want her to find out before the wedding. Closing my eyes, I silently pray for the strength not to go bat-s**t crazy or hang up on her. I’d never hear the end of it then. When I can continue without screaming, I say calmly, “Neither of us are wearing a dress.”
From the kitchen, Dan laughs out loud. “I don’t
