Chapter 13

Winston schlepped through the place. The women packed things they wanted. Travis went with Winston to his bedroom and bathroom. Winston got his toothbrush, clothes, and he picked up a picture of a smiling man off the dresser.

“Was that one of your brothers?”

Winston shook his head. “No, that was my husband.”

“Your husband?”

Winston said, “Yeah, my spouse. Patrick. I’ve mentioned him.”

It was Travis’ turn to tilt his head in disbelief. “You said your spouse, Pat. I thought Pat was short for Patricia.”

He chuckled. “No, man, I came out as gay when I was in high school. Does that create a problem for you, I mean, with us sharing the bed?” Travis was obviously flabbergasted and speechless. “If it is, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“No, not a problem at all. I guess I was convinced you were straight, that’s all. No problem. I had gay friends in Seattle. In fact, I’m—”