It was a grudging courtesy to my mother. One of her country club vipers had a son visiting home from college.

"Mother, I told you I didn't like men a decade ago. Haven't changed my mind."

"Nonsense, dear. A nice dinner out. What can be the harm?"

The things we do. He picked me up at 7:00. By 7:05, he figured out I was queer. The jacket and tie helped.

The dinner was as expected, but not a total loss. When the blond valkyrie serving us gave him the bill, she palmed me a note.

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