Chapter 11Tasha was standing in the doorway looking straight at me. At first I was just going to walk by, head down, embarrassed, but she said:
“Wait.”
I stopped and forced myself to look her in the eye.
“Can we talk for a minute?”
I nodded and we walked into the next room, packed with people just standing around talking, and chose an empty corner.
“Are you gay?” she whispered.
I looked around for a second and nodded, afraid of what she would say.
To my surprise, she smiled really big. “Thank God. Me too. I wasn’t expecting to have to sign that paper.”
“Really?” I sighed in relief. “Me too.”
“Look, I heard there’s a lot of gay people in the military. We can still make it work. You just can’t get caught.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Can I give you my phone number? Maybe we can talk more after a
