local flasher had to describe himself to women?
I laugh out loud. Iâm walking Shep for my dad. Itâs actually not that cold outsideâIâm pretty sure the flashers are still doing a brisk business. I love walking around my old neighborhood. The houses are smaller than I remember, the trees bigger. But it kind of makes me feel like a kid again.
I flex my thumbs. Itâs been a while since Iâve carried on such an extensive conversation using the keyboard on my phone. And Robert is quick with the thumbs. My texts, on the other hand, always take a little longer to compose.
The aging springer spaniel sits patiently while I thumb out another response.
Ahahaha. So what did Santa bring you this Christmas?
The pause drags out, and Iâm beginning to think heâs grown bored or Iâve said something wrong when the next text comes in.
So what do you like about AfterElton? The articles, right? Ha, ha.
At first Iâm confused. And then I get it. My Twitter account. Shit. But I canât help being a little flattered, too, that heâs checked me out.
The articles. Absolutely!
My response sounds coy, but itâs the truth. AfterElton isnât some kind of online Playboy for gay men, after all. Itâs more of a pop culture news site, but the articles, columns, and such have a gay focus. The site has nothing to do with Elton John, but the name does refer to the musicianâs public coming out, a milestone for gay men.
It doesnât surprise me that Robert knows about AfterElton. It does surprise me that he knows about me.
But Iâm more concerned that he avoided my question.
Do you have brothers and sisters? he texts.
Nope. Just me. Are you hanging out with Nic over the holidays?
Ah. You know about Nic. IDK. Maybe. Two numbers that multiply together to equal 1,000,000 but contain no zeros?
Math games. I loop Shepâs leash on my wrist and make a few calculations with my calculator app. 64 x 15625
Youâre brilliant.
I donât know about that!
Shep gets a very long walk. I return him to the warmth of the house somewhat reluctantly.
âYour dad and I are going to drive around and look at some of the lights,â Mom says as I unhook the leash from Shepâs collar. âYou want to come with us?â
âWould it be okay with you if I take a pass?â
âOnly if you promise to take this cobbler out of the oven when itâs done.â
âApple?â
âOf course.â
âWow. You drive a hard bargain, Mom.â
She laughs and swats me on the butt.
Apple cobbler, huh? Sounds yummy.
Even better with vanilla ice cream. Whatâs your favorite dessert?
Apple cobbler with vanilla ice cream.
I find myself wonderingâis he flirting with me? Liar. Are you home yet?
Just got here. Another Christmas bites the dust.
The cynicism that seeps into his tone every now and then worries me. I have to keep reminding myself that this is a really tough time for him.
Do you want to talk about it?
Yes. No. I think my thumbs hurt too much to speak right now.
I smile. My thumbs hurt too. Iâm in my room now, the room I grew up in, surrounded by all my pre-adult relics. I pack the pillows against my headboard and lean up against them. Itâs late, but I was hoping Robert might want to open up, and if he did, I wanted to be there for him. Before I can reply, though, he sends another text.
So sleepy. Too much tryptophan.
Go to bed, friend. Sweet dreams.
I set my phone on the bedside table and slip under the worn comforter. I think for a moment about Kiki, and wonder what her face looked like when she saw all the toys under the tree this morning. I wish I could have been there. I called earlier, but she was too excited to talk on the phone. I know Maya has taken lots of photos and videos. Sheâs already sent me a couple. I canât wait to see the rest of them.
And then I find myself wondering about Robertâs Christmas. I