“So you’re Lewis?” Hal asked. “Nice looking boy. Who do you take after?” This was Hal’s idea of humor. Lewis just smiled. Hal was actually startled at the resemblance to his son. Maybe this gay thing was only a phase after all, a mistake on Peter’s part. I told Marj we shouldn’t name him Peter, he said to himself. d**k, now, he mused, yeah, that suits that one. Too bad there’s nothing similar for girls.
When Marj When Marj called them for dessert, there were four extra places set. Marj said, “I know it’s late, but there’s so much left over from yesterday that I invited the kids, I mean, you know, d**k’s friend Koko and Darcy and um, Ed.” She smiled at them all individually, apologetically at Hal, wanly at Peter, and proudly at Lewis. “Here sit by me!” she said to the latter, pointing to h
