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"Okay," Michael said, later that night, "now we
get to the
more...personal matters. Habits, past acquaintances..."
We had moved from the bar to the sofas, with him sitting opposite from
me, and he'd taken off his jacket, loosened his tie and rolled up his
sleeves. He had a snifter of cognac in front of him; I had a can of
Cherry Coke, which he had ordered with dinner, eating here instead of
downstairs.
"Okay..." I answered, slowly. Oh boy. Not a topic I enjoyed talking
about.
‘This business with your step-father; I understand that he didn't
approve?"
"Understatement."
"I need to know what happened. My mother is a nosy woman. I can't be
blindsided by something she knows about you, and I don't. Also, when
did you come out, first kiss, how many boyfriends, all that; she loves
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