I didn’t know what I was doing there with two girls who obviously knew something that they thought I didn’t have a clue about and that was tied to Robert Mallory and being kept from me. I wasn’t the gay best friend you could confide everything to for Susan and Debbie, and yet in reality I actually was, but they didn’t know this. And I might have been exactly that if I’d played things differently or if we were in another world. Here, in this situation, in the confines of Buckley, I was, in so many ways, an impostor.
