We’d just gotten back to the Silver Star and were going over various table layouts, considering the new furniture. We were standing in the middle of the dining area when I looked up to see Chad Thompson, one of Tommy Thompson’s distant relatives, peering through the front door window at us. He was a couple of years younger than the rest of us in school, but I remembered him vividly as the same kind of homophobic troublemaker as Tommy. David and I looked at each other. Now what?
“Hey, Adam, long time no see!” Chad greeted me. Grudgingly I shook his hand and grunted. It had been a long time.
After a quick handshake and an awkward stand-off, he looked around the Star, a smirk firmly etched on his face. I remembered the smirk and knew if he’d changed at all, it was for the worse.
“Yeah, wha
