Bad eating habits. She was around my age, twenty-six or twenty-seven, and we looked a lot alike. People used to ask if we were sisters. Twins. We looked that much alikeâin the face and in size.
âYou might think Iâm crazy, but when I went to her funeral, I stood over her lying there and I saw myself in that casket. I know my mind was playing tricks on me, but that was the moment for me. It was like that was the message I needed to get myself together. Then Heavy D died a few weeks later. I was like, their deaths will not be in vain, at least in how I live my life.â
âIâm proud of you,â Mary said.
âMe, too,â Tranise added. âIt really is a lifestyle choice. So, keep it going. We want you around for when we have our ten-year reunion.â
âI want to be there more than you want me there,â Charlene said, laughing.
Just then, the server came over with three glasses of champagne.
âWe didnât order that,â Mary said.
âI know. The gentleman in the black and gold jacket did. He said, âHappy Homecoming,ââ the server explained.
The women all looked over at the Alpha with grateful smiles. He smiled, nodded his head and lifted his drink. They raised their glasses and had a long distance toast.
âMiss,â Tranise said to the server, âdid he say what his name is?â
âHe didnât,â she said.
âNow we really have to find out who this guy is,â Tranise said.
âIâd like to know who he is for sure,â Charlene said. âHeâs handsome.â
âHe is,â Mary said. âAnd a gentleman.â
âAnd he isnât pushy,â Tranise added. âI like his style. I just wish we knew who the hell he is.â
They all laughed. But his chivalrous act sparked conversation about the most popular subject of all: men.
âSo, Tranise, you talking about Brandon Barksdale, who is marriedâwhat about what you have going in Atlanta?â Charlene said. âI heard about the men in Atlanta. Is it true?â
âIs what true?â Tranise asked. âThat there are a lot of gay men in Atlanta? Well, yes. I canât lie. Iâve seen a lot of it, to the point where sometimes Iâm almost depressed about it.
âBut the reality is that they have to live their lives as they see fit. I donât begrudge them that. Where I have a problem is when theyâre on the down low, trying to talk to me and at the same time they have a butt buddy.â
The women laughed.
âI know,â Mary said. âWhatâs going on? I donât even recall any obviously gay guys when we were in school. But apparently they waited to graduate, move to Atlanta and bust out.â
âWeâre laughing, but itâs really not funny,â Tranise said. âI meet guys in Atlanta now and I examine them like I never did before. I look at all their mannerisms. If I see any broke wrists, Iâm gone. I pay attention to their language; I hear words like âfierce,â Iâm gone. The crazy part is that you never know. And, again, thatâs what disturbs me. Donât get married, have kids, meet heterosexual women . . . knowing you like men. Thatâs just wrong.â
âSo you arenât seeing anybody down there?â Mary asked.
âNo, not really,â Tranise answered.
âNo wonder you talking about getting with married-ass Brandon,â Charlene cracked.
âCanât even lieâitâs been too long,â Tranise said. âIf he acts right, I just might break my streak.â
âAnd how long is this streak?â Mary asked.
âWell, let me see . . . â
âDamn, itâs been that long that you have to think that hard?â Charlene said.
âActually, you wonât believe this, but my last was Michael Jennings,â Tranise revealed.
âNo way,â Mary said. âYou were with