Epilogue: These Men
The pony boy. I received a text from Mason at the beginning of May. The text came in small chunks and read: Somewhere in West Hollywood with Ken. So Gay. Gay. Gay. Loving it. Having the time of our lives.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m falling for California and the guy at my side. We make a fun threesome.
We’ll be in San Francisco next week. Can’t wait. Ken can’t either. Should be quite the time. After that it’s Big Sur.
I’ll keep in touch. Hugs from the two of us.
I hit him back with: Living at The Agatha. Writing. Reading. Can’t get enough of my cowboy. I’m a lucky guy. Be careful. If you need something…anything, call me. Keep in touch. Talk soon. Hugs.
I never did tell Mason about his uncle visiting Templeton. Nor did I share the letter that Isaiah A
