When he’d first told me about his family, during our Tennessee road trip, he’d mentioned how his parents weren’t completely onboard with his sexuality. “My dad doesn’t really get the concept of fluid sexuality. He liked my ex-wife but wasn’t keen on the next person I was serious with. His name was Estefan. Mom is okay with it, though, especially Monday through Saturday. On Sundays, she prays I’ll be forgiven.” That was how he’d put it at the time. Though he swore that had changed, now, because of me, I wasn’t completely convinced that was true.
Someone had recorded the March 17 festivities, which included Irish singing, Irish dancing, and Patrick showing off his engagement ring to everyone, one at a time, while extolling my virtues and telling everyone how in love he was.
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