Chapter 24James moved into the house, taking the bedroom next to mine. That arrangement both puzzled and made the situation clear for me. Had it been Carlos, I would have wanted him in my room and in my bed constantly. I adored James, yet I wanted him near and available, not in my immediate space. With Carlos, it was love. With James, it was infatuation. Would it blossom into love? Perhaps.
Remembering he had confessed a liaison with several men, I belatedly grew alarmed and took him to the Public Health hospital for a blood test. The only thing I knew about AIDS was I didn’t want to become intimate with it. On the first Friday after he moved his things into the house, I halfway expected him to leave, but he stuck close. So we took the weekend to drive all over the countryside, visiting p
