Chapter 7“We’re going where?”
“A drag show.”
“On a first date?”
“Actually, I think our first date took place in my bed.”
Even over a phone line Jimmy could see a smile. “I like that kind of date.”
“Hopefully tonight’s ends the same way,” Jimmy said. “For now, drag queens await us.”
“Guess I should have called you first. Got stuck in a cover meeting but I meant to text and suggest we have a romantic dinner.”
“Sounds nice. But this will be more fun.” Jimmy gave him the address.
“I’ll, uh, meet you there.”
That had been the conversation Friday morning when Jimmy called Barry to confirm. Their night out, and while it had taken a bit of coaxing on his part, the date was set. Now, as nine-thirty rolled around on a crisp March night, Jimmy was in his bedroom, dressed in a pair of jeans a
