Let’s Hang Out
By David Connor and E.F. Mulder
On my way to the terrace door with a laundry basket tucked under my arm, I remembered it was June 1, which meant Pride Month was once again upon us. Trying to balance my clean, wet clothes against one hip, I grabbed a handful of shelled peanuts for a bedraggled but friendly squirrel who’d become the building’s unofficial mascot. Then, I stopped and opened the closet to attempt to bring my rainbow flag, too.
“Time to show my true colors,” I said to Nutter Butter through the glass, her little squirrely tail twitching with anticipation on the other side.
It was a cool day for June. The sun was shining, though, and there was a nice bit of breeze, perfect for drying my underwear and socks.
First things first, I slipped the flagpole into the br
