Loud thunder crashes around us. Rain plummets downward on the hood of the truck and its windshield. It’s a storm from hell, but he doesn’t mind, and nor do I. “Please. Ask whatever you’d like. You have all my attention.”
“Have you missed me?”
Everything about him. Coffee in the mornings with him. Secret lunches along Lake Erie. Taking walks along Backlot Road. Making love in his flat. Hanging out at a queer bar called Ned’s in West End. Having dinners with his parents on Sunday evening. Playing football with his two ex-Navy brothers and their sons. Reading the same Tom Clancy novels together. Watching horror movies on Friday evenings with pizza and beers. Going bowling with a bunch of queers on Wednesday night at Pool’s. Taking weekend trips to Nashville, Pittsburgh, Cleveland, Cincinnat
