Chapter 2I hurried to my room, stripped naked, crawled into bed.
I was freaked out. And excited. Excited in a childish sort of way. Excited like a little boy on Christmas Eve. My mind raced with the possibilities and the most adolescent thoughts. Did he like me? Did he really like me? But wasn’t he too young? How could he possibly like some old dinosaur like me? But what if he did like me? Would we be compatible? Would we be a thing? A couple? What would my friends say?
And what, I thought with dawning horror, would Mama say? How would she explain it to her friends at the First Baptist Church? If word got around, would the funeral home business suffer?
I wanted to sleep, could not.
What if he really liked me? And what if I really liked him?
I had some friends who had gotten gay-marrie
