***
“Thanks, Sparkle,” I told him as we made our way down the block
“You’re welcome, Secret. No sweat.”
“Sparkle…?”
He sighed. “Yes, Secret, I really did get f****d by that baseball bat.”
“I thought as much.”
We started walking toward The Castro. I had no idea why, but it looked like Sparkle was headed to somewhere in particular. “Where are we walking to?” I asked.
“Secret, Honey, who do you work for?” Not exactly an answer, but I knew where he was going with it.
“Why, you, Sparkle, of course.”
Here it came. “Then please just enjoy the walk and no more questions.”
“Another surprise?” I asked, timidly.
“That would be a question, Secret, but yes.” (Uh-oh.)
When we arrived at where we were going, Secret said, “Ta-dah!” I looked around, but all I saw was the Subway sandwich shop. S
