“What about him,” Chris asks again, pointing at a well-tanned guy in a light blue shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops. I should go introduce myself. Xxnx – Blake Abel Foster –
“What about that guy,” Chris asks me, pointing at the guy standing at the counter, ordering food. I noticed him approaching and quickly tried gaining my composure, wiping the tears from my eyes and face. My best straight friend, I remind myself. 😉 You know I miss you, too. For the second time in nine years, my father, the pediatrician, has relocated from one hospital to the other. I jog down the steps and make my way towards the open front door. I look at Chris with a you’ve-got-to-be-kidding-me look on my face, as I take another french fry, dipping it in barbecue sauce before popping it in my mouth.
