“Thanks for coming today,” Tru murmured as I handed him yet another plastic tote of supplies to stack in the back of his RV.
“I had fun,” I told him sincerely. When he’d first invited me to the Rainbow Youth Center’s charity dog wash, I’d been a little skeptical. Not because the fundraiser itself was suspect, but because I didn’t want to be in the way. But Aldo had behaved like the perfect gentleman, and the kids had been great about washing and grooming the dogs. By all accounts, it had been a resounding success, and I was happy to have been a part of it.
Tru volunteered weekly at the LGBT youth center, and this wasn’t the first time I’d helped out. But this was a big event, and I’d been worried that my presence would somehow cause issues. I didn’t know why I’d thought that, as I’d been
