Chapter 4: Ashok
“So, you must have had some kind of fun last night.”
Erik Cisneros had been Ashok’s best friend since the fourth grade, his co-worker in Waste Management for seven years, and his best drag queen girlfriend for the last two. He knew a satisfied Ashok when he saw one.
Sprawled across the top of the picnic table with his eyes closed and one hand on his taco-plumped tummy, Ashok made a little Mmmm noise at the memory of Danny’s overfleshed lips against his own. On Fridays, they scoured the byways and alleys of one of Santa Fe’s more outlying and hardscrabble neighborhoods, and reveled in a lengthy lunch break on the one day they were guaranteed not to be spotted by a passing supervisor or other snoopy City employee. A former girlfriend of a far-flung Cisneros cousin ran P
