Just then Anjelo saw Lathe’s reflection, and turned, pulling his robe tightly over his shoulders as if he were embarrassed. “Trouble sleeping?”
“I got cold and you weren’t there to snuggle up to,” Lathe said as he walked into the room, took Anjelo in his arms, and lightly kissed him.
“Sorry. I had a few things on my mind.”
“Yeah? Want to talk about them?”
Anjelo hesitated, and then finally said, “Only if you promise to keep an open mind.”
“Sure, I’ll try. Who knows? Maybe I can help.”
“Maybe,” Anjelo muttered. Taking his time to think about what he wanted to say, he finally looked up at Lathe and said, “Lathe, I think we both know that it’s about time this little bird flew the coop.”
“How do you mean?”
“You know as well as I do that all my life I’ve been protected. Too much money,
