“I s’pose. Not that I know that much. I mean I’ve had a couple of girlfriends, but
I dunno, I’ve always felt closer to men.
What do you think, Cody?”
Luigi realised
that Jason had deliberately and delicately directed this conversation to get to
this point. Clever, he thought. But … is it wise, right now? He was ready to intervene when Cody spoke.
“I don’t know any
more. I … love Phillippa. But … I need … I … God, this is so difficult
… I need men.”
“It’s a bugger’s
muddle. So to speak. You know what I mean!” Jason chuckled. He continued, more earnestly, “You know, if
loving men is half of you, it’s hard, very hard. I knew a man once, in England. Brent and I met him at a pub, and we
connected. He must’ve picked up the
vibes. He was in his—I dunno, late
fifties, early sixties—and he said he’d been gay all his life. Like 100% gay. He’d been in the Coldstream Guards …”
“ …mmm … uniforms
…” interrupted Luigi.
“ … and his whole
life had been spent with men. And then
one day he met a woman and he fell in love with her and they got married.”
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