I sighed. So they knew I was gay, and they all hated Robert and clearly wouldn’t mind if he were exiled to Siberia. “Well. This was fairly anticlimactic.” My mother blinked at me. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” “I need a story, Ma. This is not a good coming-out story.” I raised an eyebrow. “They’re going to take my gay card for this. I hope you’re happy.” She capped her lotion and put it back on her nightstand. She probably didn’t even have fingerprints left. “Would you like to go downstairs and have some hot chocolate? You can come out to me again. I can probably squeeze out a few tears, if
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