Somewhat later, we’re sitting on the veranda of his room with drinks, having just found out both our fathers had called their drinks drinkypoos, which wasn’t exactly bonding in a positive way, but still. Here we are. “I think your ex did us a favor,” Steve said, smiling at me.
“I wonder who he found to boink without his Viagra?” I mused, adding “Not that I care personally, anymore. I fell out of love with him a long time ago, when I saw him mock a disabled gay guy at a table near us. Sure the other people at our table laughed, well, some did, but that did it for me.”
Steve’s smile was brief, and somewhat grim. “My sister has MS.”
We sat silent; then the moment was broken as a door several places down was flung open and a slight, Asian-looking man, stark naked, flung himself out to the r
