“I could have had a daughter. I could have understood a daughter…” “Well, you got me,” I huffed, flopping back down on the mattress. “Dick and all.” “Jonathan!” “Whatever, Ma, you should be glad,” I tossed out, dignity long gone. “I might actually be able to give you grandchildren one day.” “Not with Gerard, you won’t.” My jaw fell open. “I’m not gay!” “It would be fine if you were,” she offered. “Thanks, I agree, but I’m still not gay,” I shot back. “I have a girlfriend.”
