The Temporary Husband
Barnabas says with what I assume is a shy smile, the too much facial hair is making it difficult for me to tell.
Looking up at my family, all four of my older brothers, their wives and kids, my parents, all of them had matching expressions.
Eager.
Too eager.
Every brother had a seat next to him, and it was occupied.
For the longest time they wanted their table to be complete, so they could send a picture to our cousins, whose families were complete.
Each and every one of them knew someone who was gay, looked gay, talked gay, and no one ever seemed to care that gay people also had a type.