Was I feeling gloomy because my sister had met someone? Elsie had become completely engrossed with thisnew affair. That’s all she could talk about, and of course, I understood.
Of course I did.
But part of me couldn’t help wondering if I was going to end up the old queer uncle Fay would visit every Sunday. The old man who spends his time thinking about his youth with regret.
“Jeez, Allan, cheer up.” David bumped my shoulder with his and faked a smile. He was just as depressedas I was, but he’d popped a pill or two to perk up. “You look like you’re shopping for a noose.”
“Aren’t you sick of this club?” I said as a guy shouldering himself to the bar pushed me without even a slight apology.