With Sean’s father driving, it doesn’t take long to get to the pub, and once I’m in front of its red doors, I realize I haven’t prepared a witty greeting, one Sean will remember forever—the moment when his boyfriend arrives after a long journey, opening the door of the pub like a gunfighter entering a saloon. In the movies the good guys always make triumphant entrances, the men wearing hats and spurs. They throw open the door and everyone turns to look at them. Someone puts down a glass, eyes wide, as time slows and women fan themselves, and…
Okay, enough of that. I enter the pub.