It had been a wonderful evening after all. No drama. No tears.
Around eleven, Lei had eventually invited his upstairs neighbors, a lovely straight couple I hoped to see more of, so that Louie could take out his acoustic guitar and play us a few of his songs, a blend of folk and blues, with simple, but poetic lyrics he wrote. Lou and Nathaniel had sung together and Nash had been delighted to see this side of his new man. Vincent, who never went to bed past midnight, had stuck around until two. He’d driven Lou home.
Couldn’t wait to talk to Lou tomorrow. What if those two had hooked up? Would we become some kind of great big crazy family?
But now that I was lying in bed, everyone gone, the apartment silent again, I waited for Lei to return from the washroom and my thoughts turned to Good
