Pride officially starts at one in the afternoon. By quarter till, Shawna’s vendor booth is mostly set up. Shipping crates line the back of the booth—each article of clothing Shawna has with her, she brought in every available size, so they’re stored in the crates waiting for customers’ requests. If business goes well, Shawna says she’ll need all the help she can get keeping up with orders.
As Chip finishes stocking one of the racks near the front of the booth, Shawna peers past him into the crowd. Every time he looks out, she yells at him, but she keeps doing it, too. He knows she isn’t seeing what he sees, though. She’s looking for…”Where’s Jenny already?” she asks, glancing at her watch. “I thought you said she was coming.”
Jen is Chip’s best friend and a self-proclaimed fag hag, thoug
