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Jorge. The prissy firecracker who'd knocked Shirley Setzer on her ass years ago. My Jorge. The spectacularly pretty kid who saw something to love - Dios only knew what -in Gordo Castillo. The thought of losing him was unbearable.

Becky:
But he was home now. Now the end had begun for real.
But isn't it funny how life works? How the deities take the blinders off our eyes to let us see that, sometimes, the things we cling to as our sustenance are really the things that are killing us?

"Take care,"
So that was it. Take care. My heart cracked in two.

I want to fucking slap someone, someone called Honor. Very, very hard!!

Oh yes, I knew all the Biblical arguments about homosexuality. But, in spite of my father's constant preaching about them, I never bought into the idea of God hating any man for something he was born to be.
To break up my family though? What deity would bless the leaving of that precious six-year-old boy who'd just begged me not to go?

This is so much like work for me. Welcome to the wonderful world of a parent who says too much and the children who hear these things.

And now I teetered on a high fence. On one side gaped the awful, dark abyss of the horrible sin I wanted to commit. The other side was the sunshine of my life as it existed, the life where the man I pretended to be lived and smiled and died inside.
My desire for him was too big, and it wasn't going to diminish. I had to go to La Reina Del Rio, and I had to see Jorge dance.

"Do you date often?"....
"If you count a fuck buddy..." He winced.
"Everybody wants only one thing."
A fuck buddy. I immediately thought of Gabriel Barbosa, and the now-familiar jealousy reared its head....

"You were so not the chasing type, Jorge." I snickered. "And come on, muchacho. It's not like this chubby vato, Honor Castillo, would have what it took to break hearts."
His stare - silver bullets and ice - shot to me. "You broke my heart."
"Please don't try to make me feel guilty Jorge." I scrubbed the tingling at the back of my neck. "It wasn't like that, anyway. I just am...not....gay."