Chapter 36: The Pony BoyApril 7. I couldn’t think of a more stunning spring day in my life. It was Walt Disney-perfect with its sixty-nine degrees, orange-yellow sun hanging overhead, and chirping robins. Buds in the nearby gardens were just starting to climb out of the earth, and butterflies anticipated flight. A light and warm wind soothed my cheeks and forehead. Such a fragrant day that smelled of new daisies and marigolds and violets.
I had finally met Mason’s boyfriend, Kensington “Ken” Reed, and thought him a solid kid. The three of us (Ken, Mason, and me) met at the small bistro, Mard’s on Lofton Street. He seemed to have a strong head on his shoulders, being mature, or at least more mature than Mason. Ken acted polite, used eye contact with me when speaking, and didn’t crack a sin
