Chapter 53
For the most part his mother had left him be, but when he left his tour of yesteryear to come back into the kitchen, she lifted her head and offered him a quick smile. ”I made you pie, Gerry.” She patted her hands on a dishtowel and nodded at it as if to say thanks for its service. “You still like apple pie, I hope.”
“He can’t eat apple pie, mom.”
Cliff’s voice broke through the kitchen, no less loud that it had been years ago, and the sound of it made Gerry wince. “Gay men don’t eat carbs or sugar, don’t you know?”
Gerry bristled, and lifted his beer to his mouth to hide the way his jaw tightened. “So, you’ve become an expert on gay men, have you?”
“Only when it comes to pie.” Cliff clapped a hand on a surprisingly ample belly, and grinned. “Don’t worry, Gerry. I’ll eat your slice for you.”
“Not a chance.” Gerry shook his head to confirm the statement. “But I’ll wrestle you for yours.” He pointed at his brother’s gut with his bottle. “I think I can take you now.”