Chapter 7: Andy
For a long time, all I could do was lie on my bed and stare at the flickering images on television, letting its pale light wash over me. I muted the sound, so it was just the images. The officers of the Hill Street station chased another bad guy in what looked like the area just south of me, at Wilson and Broadway. After a time, though, the images ran together, blurred by tears and my own inability to understand myself.
I knew I should have been happy. The biggest day of my life was only a few weeks away. All my family would be here from Ohio. My older sister, Annette, would read from Corinthians at the service. My little sister, Kay, would walk down the aisle as Alison’s maid of honor in her floral print gown from I Magnin. My mother would cry as she was escorted up the
