Liam took another swallow of his whisky before setting the glass down and began to move his cap through his fingers. Lane, not appreciating being ignored, stalked off.
“There’s something I need to tell you. I’d have done it by the lake earlier, but…well…you know,” he said, looking over at me. “For a long time I’ve wondered if there was something wrong with me. I’ve always thought myself a bit different from the people around me. It’s always been a bit strange…sometimes I thought I was being a snob, but it wasn’t that.”
His gaze seemed to drift off then.
A couple of minutes passed before Liam said, “When I was a lad back in Ireland, there was a girl who lived on the next farm over. Louise her name was. She was a good friend to me. Probably the only friend Ihad really. Growing up on a farm you soon realise where babies come from. Sex wasn’t something that wasever hidden from us. So, being the natural curious lad that I was, me and Louise had sex.”