“We’re quite the international travelers,” Beattie said as she took Omar’s arm.
“Well, you are, aren’t you?” Link said with a smile that made them look absolutely radiant.
“If we’ve been together so long, we better know more about each other. Tell me everything,” I said as I followed Beattie’s lead.
By the time we reached the adorable beachside restaurant about a mile from our house, Link had me laughing so hard that I was almost crying. Their stories about growing up queer in a tiny Alabama town were hysterical. I tried to imagine even the people of oh-so-progressive Charlottesville knowing what to do with a person who didn’t subscribe to any gender expectations and who combined, as they told us, really glittery eye make-up with their football helmet for games.
Our table was, of cours
