back to the audience; she bent over, hiked up her skirt, and revealed a mammoth vulva, lovingly articulated, puppet-style, in quilted pink satin and tufts of shiny black ribbons. The lips moved, of courseâsomehow Tyler was working them. With her vagina the lady lip-synched the aria âO Mio Babbino Caro.â Afterward, the lady stood up again, smoothed her skirts, and bowed.
The crowd went wild. They applauded madly, then the DJ went back to the Ricoâs house groove.
âYou were awesome,â said Peter, when Tyler came bounding up to him, half an hour later.
âI was? Did you like me?â Tyler gave Peter a peck on the cheek. The boy was in jeans, T-shirt, and a scarfâfar more casual than Peter had ever seen him. And he smelled both sweaty and clean.
âBrilliant,â said Peter. âThe best singing vagina Iâve ever seen.â
âIsnât the costume amazing? I want you to meet Mandyâsheâs the genius behind Davidsbündler. Sheâll be out in a second.â
âI kinda actually better get going, Ty,â said Peter. âItâs late.â
âOh, no you donât, mister,â said Tyler, playfully. âYou have to have a drink with me.â
âThe most amazing thing happened to me, just before you went on,â said Peter, when they were at the bar. âSome girl came up and asked me if I was gay.â
âWas she into you?â
âNo. It was for her boyfriend. She said he thought I was hot.â
âAre they still here?â said Tyler, looking around. âI wanna see.â
âI donât know where they went.â
âWas he hot?â
âNot really.â
âIâm jealous.â
âRight.â
âI am.â
âTyler.â
âNo, really,â said the boy, getting closer and attempting to plant another, more serious kiss.
Peter noticed a couple of other men standing nearbyâgay and somewhat older, too, than the rest of the crowd. They saw the attempt at a kiss and appeared to find it charming.
âNo, câmonâweâre not doing this,â said Peter, pushing Tyler away gently.
âWeâre not?â
âNo. Are we?â
â Are we?â
âNo. But you know I adore you and think youâre the biggest star in the universe.â
âWell . . . OK,â said Tyler, pretending to pout. He took a sip of his drink and surveyed the crowd. âOh, thereâs Mandy,â he said suddenly, grabbing Peterâs hand. âCome with me.â
In fact, Peter had lots of affection for Tyler and was not unresponsive to the boyâs feelings for him. But even more important than his well-publicized scruplesâwhich were, in fact, newly minted, dating to the time when his agency was sold to the conglomerateâPeter was lonely, he was looking for love. He had increasingly little inclination toward hookups with cuties, friendships with benefits, even harmless, romantic flings intended to go nowhere. Not that the light sexual recreation that had become a vernacular for Tylerâs generation wasnât entertaining; it was . It was just that Peter was looking for a mate, hard-core, and Tyler, he knew, was not.
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Jonathan called the next day to say he was starting treatmentâa bout of chemo, followed by radiation. It would take a few weeks, and then he and the doctors would see where things were at. The survival rate for his scenario was not good, Jonathan said. Fewer than a third of patients were still alive after five years.
âOKâa third,â said Peter, with optimism in his voice.
âThose are appalling odds,â countered Jonathan. âBut there it is.â
âStill.â
âThe idea is to keep it from going to places like the lungs and the brain, which it apparently wants to do.â
âOoof.â
âSo weâre going to nuke the hell out of it.â
âGood.â
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