Ray looked out the window as their plane raced down the runway at LaGuardia, picking up speed for takeoff. He felt Br’er reach over and take his hand. Ray turned and looked at Br’er. He smiled. Ray laid his other hand on top of their joined ones. He could feel the silver bracelets beneath his palm.
They’d spent the night in each other’s arms, Ray holding Br’er tightly against him. At some point, Br’er had turned over, spooning himself against Ray. Ray had entered him, pulling Br’er as close as he could, molding his body to his lover’s. There, in the wee hours of the morning of their last day in New York, they made love. Ray prolonged their union as long as he could. He felt that when they did separate it would foreshadow their parting when they arrived home. Except for those few hours whe
