CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-THREE
“You’ve never been married, right?” Heather asked.
“Never,” Nelson said.
“No kids?” Heather asked.
“Never really wanted any until I met Mack,” Nelson said.
“He has that effect on people,” Blane said.
Nelson nodded. He turned to Tres.
“Have you met him?” Nelson asked. “Mack, I mean.”
“He’s a great soul,” Nelson said.
They nodded. No one knew exactly what to say next so the silence stretched.
“So why do you have this big house?” Tres asked.
“You don’t have the security clearance to know the answer to that question,” Nelson said.
“Really?” Tres asked.
“No,” Nelson said. “I’ve just always wanted to say that.”
Everyone laughed. After another awkward silence, Tres spoke up.
“I have a condo,” Tres said. “It’s next door to my abuela so I can keep an eye on her. Make sure my brother isn’t robbing her blind.”
“So we have to think about Abuela,” Blane said.
“Tanesha lives across from her Gran to make sure Gran’s okay.” Heather nodded.
“How about you Nelson?” Heather asked. “Anyone?”
“They kicked me out when they found out I was gay,” Nelson said. “I haven’t heard from them since then.”
“I fucking hate that,” Tres said.
Nelson gave Tres a long assessing look.
“Me, too,” Nelson said.
“I thought your parents paid for college,” Blane said.
“They did,” Nelson said. “I graduated from college with I was eighteen. They didn’t know I was gay. I told them at my graduation. I haven’t seen them since.”
“So there might be some fences to mend,” Heather said.
No one said anything for a moment.
“I guess that’s what we’re asking,” Blane said. “It’s a lot to take on. We don’t know if any of us will get along or enjoy each other.”
“We don’t know if this will work,” Heather said. “With all of us, I mean.”
“Or how it will work,” Blane said. “We just wanted to get together to ask if we want to try.”
“I’m not sleeping with him,” Tres said as a joke.
“Homophobe,” Nelson said with a laugh.
Tres leaned over to kiss Nelson cheek. They all laughed after a minute they sat there in silence.
“I’m in,” Tres said with a nod.
“Me too,” Nelson said. “I think what you have is magnificent.”
“We willing to try too,” Heather said.
“I do have one question,” Nelson said.
“Okay,” Blane said.
“What if I wanted to have my own child?” Nelson asked.
“What if you did?” Tres asked.
“Just something to figure out,” Tres said.
“Like everything else,” Heather said.
With that, they fell silent again. When the bill came, Blane insisted on paying it. They left the restaurant without saying another word. Blane opened Heather’s door and she got in. Sitting in the car by herself, Heather began to cry. Blane got in to the driver’s seat.
“What is it?” Blane asked.
“So scared of losing everything,” Heather said. “I’ve lost everything good so many times in my life. I … don’t want that anymore.”
“Me, too,” Blane said.
His eyes welled with tears. They drove home in silence.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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