Chapter 8: ConnectionMy hand spontaneously found his to console, like I’d known them as a couple. “You were everything to Roy.”
“He may have been a wooden Indian, so stoic, so emotionally guarded, but he was my wooden Indian, the love of my life. I’ll never know if I was his, or how he defined it. Marriage wasn’t an option for us at that time, but he wouldn’t have gone in for it, anyway. He was old school. ‘That’s for others,” I can hear him, all irritated, say. A certificate legally acknowledging his homosexuality in a courthouse…I don’t think so. He got too wrapped up in perception, what people thought. Someone whispered into my neck at his calling that we ‘hid in plain sight.’ They meant it as a compliment. The truth of it infuriated me. Still does. What a pointless game.”
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