I grabbed the waiter before he left the one-table dining room and gestured to Manny.
After Manny ordered and got settled, I broke into the general conversation.
“Look. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’ve been wondering if we should even compete this afternoon. We’re ahead. We’ll probably win even if we don’t show up. But who cares? I mean really. Am I missing something here?”
The guys glanced around at each other. Chuck cleared his throat and turned to me.
“Yeah, I get it you don’t understand since you don’t live here anymore. But we do. I’m the fruity gay hairdresser. Zack’s the fairy accountant. Teddy’s the big, bad, scary gay electrician. Damien’s the…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We get it, Chuck. Wes understands your point. We’ve all got to live here and live with whatever we do
