mistress.”
“OOOOH. Sorry. Didn’t think before I spoke.” He admired himself in the closet mirror. “Have Charles’ grandsons live here while you’re gone.”
“Are you nuts? The whole place would be trashed. They’re barely twenty. There would be a party here every night.”
“I’m just telling you that a plan is needed. None of this thinking everything is gonna be all right if you just sit on your fanny. You need to be proactive.”
“Franklin, take that brooch out of your pocket and put it back in my jewelry box.”
“You never wear it. It’s just going to waste. I have a ’70s yellow jumpsuit that it would look sweet on.”
There was a knock on the closet door. Both our heads swiveled. Standing in the doorway lounged Matt, wearing a gray flannel suit with a crisp white shirt accented by a charcoal tie with red stripes. His hair was freshly combed and nails manicured, with expensive cologne subtly drifting towards us. He looked like a model out of a magazine. I stopped breathing for a moment.
“Mind if I come in?” he asked. He directed his gaze towards Franklin.
Franklin swirled furiously in my direction. “Did you plan this?”
“Heavens no. I’ve got enough on my plate without setting up a cat fight between the two of you, but since he’s here, you can beat the crap out of him.” I pushed Franklin towards Matt. “Go for it!”
I do not believe in zero tolerance towards violence.
Sometimes two people just had to duke it out. Besides, I thought Matt had it coming. There stood Franklin trembling with his hands balled into fists facing a much taller and heavier Matt leaning against the door jamb. However, a scrawny cat can whip a much bigger dog if it’s determined.
“Didn’t come here to fight you or Franklin. I heard what the judge did and came to offer help, but if neither of you wants it . . .” he began walking away.
“Why did you do it, Matt?” blurted out Franklin.
Matt whipped around, facing Franklin. “I never said our arrangement was permanent. I wanted to stay friends, but you declined. You broke up our friendship.”
“You said you loved me. Were you lying?”
“I did love you and still do, but I want what most men want. A family. I don’t want to do the bar scene anymore or be around neurotic screaming fags.”
Franklin gasped. “Is that what you think I am? Just one of those effeminate gay men who are divas. You’re the diva, Matt.
“I accepted everything you threw at me. You were never faithful. A cat in heat is more discriminating than you are and it didn’t make any difference if they were men or women, as long as they could help you get something. But I never said a word, even when you hooked up with Josiah.”
Matt’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing.
I should have defended Matt then, but I didn’t. Our being together was my fault – not his. I was afraid if I said something on behalf of Matt that Franklin would turn on me. I can be such a little shit.
“Oh, you thought I didn’t know about that little indiscretion. You’re nothing but a hound. Please don’t bother to deny it,” accused Franklin.
“We never had an agreement about being exclusive.”
“But that didn’t keep you from using me. Since I’ve met you, I’ve been shot. Then as soon as I could hold a rake, you had me working on this forsaken farm.”
“You could have said no. You’re blaming me for decisions you made,” defended Matt.
“Cut the lawyer crap please. You knew I would to please you. I did everything you asked. You said – go to Key West and take Baby, so I dropped everything and went to Key West. You wouldn’t move into town, so I helped you remodel that shack you live in. But all the fine details, the workmanship in that little hovel are due to me because you have no imagination. When it comes to clothes, colors, picking out a hot car, remodeling a house, books, landscaping – you are as dull as dishwater. You just buy whatever
“OOOOH. Sorry. Didn’t think before I spoke.” He admired himself in the closet mirror. “Have Charles’ grandsons live here while you’re gone.”
“Are you nuts? The whole place would be trashed. They’re barely twenty. There would be a party here every night.”
“I’m just telling you that a plan is needed. None of this thinking everything is gonna be all right if you just sit on your fanny. You need to be proactive.”
“Franklin, take that brooch out of your pocket and put it back in my jewelry box.”
“You never wear it. It’s just going to waste. I have a ’70s yellow jumpsuit that it would look sweet on.”
There was a knock on the closet door. Both our heads swiveled. Standing in the doorway lounged Matt, wearing a gray flannel suit with a crisp white shirt accented by a charcoal tie with red stripes. His hair was freshly combed and nails manicured, with expensive cologne subtly drifting towards us. He looked like a model out of a magazine. I stopped breathing for a moment.
“Mind if I come in?” he asked. He directed his gaze towards Franklin.
Franklin swirled furiously in my direction. “Did you plan this?”
“Heavens no. I’ve got enough on my plate without setting up a cat fight between the two of you, but since he’s here, you can beat the crap out of him.” I pushed Franklin towards Matt. “Go for it!”
I do not believe in zero tolerance towards violence.
Sometimes two people just had to duke it out. Besides, I thought Matt had it coming. There stood Franklin trembling with his hands balled into fists facing a much taller and heavier Matt leaning against the door jamb. However, a scrawny cat can whip a much bigger dog if it’s determined.
“Didn’t come here to fight you or Franklin. I heard what the judge did and came to offer help, but if neither of you wants it . . .” he began walking away.
“Why did you do it, Matt?” blurted out Franklin.
Matt whipped around, facing Franklin. “I never said our arrangement was permanent. I wanted to stay friends, but you declined. You broke up our friendship.”
“You said you loved me. Were you lying?”
“I did love you and still do, but I want what most men want. A family. I don’t want to do the bar scene anymore or be around neurotic screaming fags.”
Franklin gasped. “Is that what you think I am? Just one of those effeminate gay men who are divas. You’re the diva, Matt.
“I accepted everything you threw at me. You were never faithful. A cat in heat is more discriminating than you are and it didn’t make any difference if they were men or women, as long as they could help you get something. But I never said a word, even when you hooked up with Josiah.”
Matt’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing.
I should have defended Matt then, but I didn’t. Our being together was my fault – not his. I was afraid if I said something on behalf of Matt that Franklin would turn on me. I can be such a little shit.
“Oh, you thought I didn’t know about that little indiscretion. You’re nothing but a hound. Please don’t bother to deny it,” accused Franklin.
“We never had an agreement about being exclusive.”
“But that didn’t keep you from using me. Since I’ve met you, I’ve been shot. Then as soon as I could hold a rake, you had me working on this forsaken farm.”
“You could have said no. You’re blaming me for decisions you made,” defended Matt.
“Cut the lawyer crap please. You knew I would to please you. I did everything you asked. You said – go to Key West and take Baby, so I dropped everything and went to Key West. You wouldn’t move into town, so I helped you remodel that shack you live in. But all the fine details, the workmanship in that little hovel are due to me because you have no imagination. When it comes to clothes, colors, picking out a hot car, remodeling a house, books, landscaping – you are as dull as dishwater. You just buy whatever
Similar Books
