As Gerry walked, the glitter ball swung back and forth in his ear. The new pendant that Mark had given him for his birthday—a thick sterling silver chain that hung to mid-chest and held a silver and black enamel key, the key to his heart Mark had said—rested heavy and cold on Gerry’s skin. He wore a black satin shirt, open to his bellybutton in order to show off his newest trinket, but tucked into a pair of brown, black and red checkered slacks. A wide brown suede belt kept the slacks from slipping off his too-thin hips, and similarly fashioned platform boots added inches to his height. He felt perfectly fine, and was more than sure he looked it, too. If nothing else, Mark would like the look. Long-legged and fit, Mark always said, was the only way for a fawn to appear in public.
He would
