Chapter 33
“So, Jethro,” Carl said, “what does a gay guy find to do in a place like Starke?”
“Not much,” Jethro said. “I go to college and I go to work.”
“That doesn’t sound very exciting,” Carl said.
“No,” I said, “but when he starts his junior year in Gainesville this fall, he’ll have a couple of thousand gay guys after him.”
“Yeah,” Rion said, “and redheads are in this year, aren’t they?”
“Oh, to be a junior in college again,” Mitch said, “knowing what I know now.”
“What do you know now that you didn’t know then?” Jethro said.
“For one thing,” Mitch said, “I didn’t know that I was gay.”
“Really?” Jethro said.
“Oh, yeah. As I learned years later, others had already figured me out, but I didn’t figure myself out until I met Rion.”
“Sounds like there’s a story there,” Jethro said.
“You could say that, but it’s kinda long.”
“Excuse us,” George said, “but we were first in, and I think we need to be the first to take a break.”