“How are you?” I asked.
“Fine.”
“I’m sorry. I should have called earlier. I’ve been worried about you since I saw you last night.”
“Don’t be.”
“What’s going on with you and Andrew?”
“Nothing.”
I hesitated. “Is he a homophobe?”
Ryan laughed. “No, he’s not a homophobe. He plays the trumpet in the jazz band, for Christ’s sake.”
“So? Trumpet players in the jazz band can’t be homophobes?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Just trust me when I tell you that Andrew is not anti-gay.”
“Then what’s going on with you two? You didn’t get punched in the face for nothing. Tell me what’s going on. Why are you two fighting?”
“Because he’s jealous.”
“Jealous of you?”
“No. He’s jealous of you.”
“Me? Why would he be jealous of me?”
“Because he knows I’m sleeping with you and he wants me to be sleep
