I tossed and turned all night worrying about Ryan. Since he hadn’t stayed overnight, I went into the office Saturday morning to catch up on paperwork, which kept my mind occupied for a few hours, but when I finished, I went back to worrying. Finally, around one that afternoon, I closed my office door and called Ryan. He answered almost immediately.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Fine.”
“I’m sorry. I should have called earlier. I’ve been worried about you since I saw you last night.”
“Don’t be.”
“What’s going on with you and Andrew?”
“Nothing.”
I hesitated. “Is he a homophobe?”
Ryan laughed. “No, he’s not a homophobe. He plays the trumpet in the jazz band, for Christ’s sake.”
“So? Trumpet players in the jazz band can’t be homophobes?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Just trust me when I te
