It’s rare to find a man like that anymore.” “Lucky for me, I’m looking more at women these days,” I blurted out, which constituted me coming out for the first time, and I’d done it to Marge, my crotchety, brass-tacks teammate with bad knees and big opinions. “Oh. That’s fine,” she told me. “Love who ya love. It’s sure not bothering me.” “Thanks, Marge,” I said. “I will.”
