“I’m happy you found a new apartment sweetie, though you don’t look terribly excited.” Aunt Sue handed me a glass of chardonnay. She was my favorite relative, and I’d been grateful she’d taken me in while I found a place. We’d always had a strong bond, and I’d come out to her first, right before high school graduation. Aunt Sue surprised me back then by saying she’d known I was gay all along.
I wondered how much I could tell her about my evening. When I got to her house she’d immediately asked what was wrong. I’d shrugged it off, hoping to avoid any questions, but she’d always had a way of divining my moods, fishing out all the details I held back from everyone else.
“It’s in Oregon Hill, that big apartment building overlooking the river. I’m renting it from someone I knew in high school
