Dinner at Fiorello's

Henry Appleby has an appetite for life. As a recent high school graduate and the son of a wealthy family in one of Chicago’s affluent North Shore suburbs, his life is laid out for him. Unfortunately, though, he’s being forced to follow in the footsteps of his successful attorney father instead of living his dream of being a chef. When an opportunity comes his way to work in a real kitchen the summer after graduation, at a little Italian joint called Fiorello’s, Henry jumps at the chance, putting his future in jeopardy.<br><br>Years ago, life was a plentiful buffet for Vito Carelli. But a tragic turn of events now keeps the young chef at Fiorello’s quiet and secretive, preferring to let his amazing Italian peasant cuisine do his talking.<br><br>When the two cooks meet over an open flame, sparks fly. Both need a taste of something more -- something real, something true -- to separate the good from the bad and find the love -- and the hope -- that just might be their salvation.

Rick R. Reed · LGBT+

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Chapter 34

Henry wondered why we couldn’t just listen to our sensible inner voices. I don’t know, maybe because they’re boring? Maybe because they’re safe?

Henry continued to follow Vito, keeping back, watchful for a patch of shrubbery or an apartment house doorway he could duck into should Vito sense him following.

I don’t even know why you’re doing this. So you see where he lives. So what? Even if this somehow led to something other than hostility on Vito’s part, what is it you hope to accomplish?

And Henry knew his own response to himself was lame. Because I want to know him.

Because you want to fuck him is more like it.

Henry couldn’t argue. His head told the truth—and his lower head confirmed it. But Vito obviously didn’t want to know Henry; otherwise he’d be friendlier. He wouldn’t rebuff all Henry’s feeble attempts to get him to talk.

You’re on a fool’s errand.

And the fucking part? Hey, the guy isn’t even gay.

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