Chapter 15: Cutting a RugAs a Southern gay man, I reserve the right to sing while washing dishes, especially when Glen Campbell comes on KUDZU singing “Rhinestone Cowboy,” as he did after dinner.
I danced around at the sink, remembering how I used to sing that song when I belonged to Southern Nights, a college band I’d joined when I was eighteen and had dreams of glory.
Noah appeared at my side. He looked up into my eyes and smiled.
“Come on,” I said.
He put his bare feet on top of mine, his arms around my shoulders.
He laughed as he followed the movements of my body and we cut ourselves a decent rug on the kitchen floor with our carrying on as Glen Campbell crooned in a way that only he could. Noah anticipated my moves, following the shifting of my weight from one foot to the next.
