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kept my lip zipped. David acted like he had more to say. He pointed over to the right down on the lawn where there were lights strewn about because the floodlights couldn’t quite reach. “Do you see that kinda tall guy by those white chairs?”
I followed where his finger pointed. “There are a lot of people, David, and a lot of white chairs.”
“The tallest guy, Casey.”
Oh. Okay. Found him. “Yeah. What about him?”
“I think he was hitting on me a while ago.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…but I got nervous and told him I was going to get a beer.”
“So what the hell are you still doing here?” He looked at me. “Or don’t you like him?”
“Oh, I really like him. It’s just…”
“What?”
“You’re not originally from Winchester, are you?” I shook my head, still failing to see the point. “When it comes to gays, the folks in town aren’t as progressive as I’d like. No one actually says anything, but you know what they’re thinking. It makes me uncomfortable. So I prefer to d ate guys from Colorado Springs if I can. Then I don’t have to worry about all that.”
“David…your heart knows what it wants. Who gives a shit if he’s from here? Don’t you deserve to be happy?” David’s worry seemed to dissolve from his eyes a bit. I nudged his arm with my shoulder. “Just go back there. If it’s meant to happen, it will.”
He smiled and then hugged me. “You’re right.” He let go and looked back over at the guy across the yard. “I’m gonna go for it.”
And after he left, his potential love interest in his sights, I moved my eyes back to mine. Watching Scott pound those drums relentlessly made my heart beat in time. Yeah…I had it bad. And even though the mood was cooler, Scott walked me to my car when all was said and done. There was no hug and no kiss, but there was hope…and that was all I needed.
Chapter Five
AS THOUGH SOMETHING in the universe suspected I was happy (couldn’t have that!) , I got a phone call from Barry the next morning. Apparently, mom had given him my cell number. But I’d been in the shower when he called, so I hadn’t had to talk to him. His message was simple but quite clear. “Okay, Casey. You’ve had your fun. You’ve had your freedom. But now I know you realize the divorce was a stupid mistake. It’s time to come home. Just give me a call, all right?” I heard a girl in the background saying something. He might have been at work, so it could have been a coworker or his secretary, but her tone—even though I couldn’t understand her words—sounded invested. Or maybe I was reading more into it than it merited.
Something Barry didn’t know was that I’d grown to prefer my freedom. I hadn’t realized how much marriage had been holding me back. I was on my own, all by myself now, responsible only for me, with no one to answer to, no one to worry about. And I’ll admit it…the first few weeks or so, I just let myself do nothing, be nothing. I think I was just kind of getting used to being with myself again, learning who I was once more , without any pressure.
But then I realized I didn’t want to spend my entire life just working for a restaurant and partying ever y spare chance I got. That kind of scene had been fine in college, but I was an adult now, and I had to act like one…at least for most of the time. And that’s when I decided to get my ass back to creating art on a regular basis. More than that, though, I had to market myself. One of my dreams was to, at some point, set up a website to sell my art, but first I needed to become recognized, at least on a local level. In Denver, it had been hard, because I was what my mom called “a little fish in a big pond.” Winchester, she insisted, would have the opposite effect. I’d be a bigger fish in a littler pond. And, I had to admit, in spite of the
I followed where his finger pointed. “There are a lot of people, David, and a lot of white chairs.”
“The tallest guy, Casey.”
Oh. Okay. Found him. “Yeah. What about him?”
“I think he was hitting on me a while ago.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…but I got nervous and told him I was going to get a beer.”
“So what the hell are you still doing here?” He looked at me. “Or don’t you like him?”
“Oh, I really like him. It’s just…”
“What?”
“You’re not originally from Winchester, are you?” I shook my head, still failing to see the point. “When it comes to gays, the folks in town aren’t as progressive as I’d like. No one actually says anything, but you know what they’re thinking. It makes me uncomfortable. So I prefer to d ate guys from Colorado Springs if I can. Then I don’t have to worry about all that.”
“David…your heart knows what it wants. Who gives a shit if he’s from here? Don’t you deserve to be happy?” David’s worry seemed to dissolve from his eyes a bit. I nudged his arm with my shoulder. “Just go back there. If it’s meant to happen, it will.”
He smiled and then hugged me. “You’re right.” He let go and looked back over at the guy across the yard. “I’m gonna go for it.”
And after he left, his potential love interest in his sights, I moved my eyes back to mine. Watching Scott pound those drums relentlessly made my heart beat in time. Yeah…I had it bad. And even though the mood was cooler, Scott walked me to my car when all was said and done. There was no hug and no kiss, but there was hope…and that was all I needed.
Chapter Five
AS THOUGH SOMETHING in the universe suspected I was happy (couldn’t have that!) , I got a phone call from Barry the next morning. Apparently, mom had given him my cell number. But I’d been in the shower when he called, so I hadn’t had to talk to him. His message was simple but quite clear. “Okay, Casey. You’ve had your fun. You’ve had your freedom. But now I know you realize the divorce was a stupid mistake. It’s time to come home. Just give me a call, all right?” I heard a girl in the background saying something. He might have been at work, so it could have been a coworker or his secretary, but her tone—even though I couldn’t understand her words—sounded invested. Or maybe I was reading more into it than it merited.
Something Barry didn’t know was that I’d grown to prefer my freedom. I hadn’t realized how much marriage had been holding me back. I was on my own, all by myself now, responsible only for me, with no one to answer to, no one to worry about. And I’ll admit it…the first few weeks or so, I just let myself do nothing, be nothing. I think I was just kind of getting used to being with myself again, learning who I was once more , without any pressure.
But then I realized I didn’t want to spend my entire life just working for a restaurant and partying ever y spare chance I got. That kind of scene had been fine in college, but I was an adult now, and I had to act like one…at least for most of the time. And that’s when I decided to get my ass back to creating art on a regular basis. More than that, though, I had to market myself. One of my dreams was to, at some point, set up a website to sell my art, but first I needed to become recognized, at least on a local level. In Denver, it had been hard, because I was what my mom called “a little fish in a big pond.” Winchester, she insisted, would have the opposite effect. I’d be a bigger fish in a littler pond. And, I had to admit, in spite of the
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