"Do you really think so?" my mother asked.
"Mom. He wears silk shirts from the Chess King," I reasoned. "He has no girlfriend. And he blowdries his hair. What do YOU think?"
But she wasn't sure. "Well..."
She seemed to be stalling for time.
"If it is true, it will be ok."
And I left that conversation wondering how on earth my mom could POSSIBLY, possibly miss all the signs that my brother was certainly not straight. I mean... silk shirts in off-teal and burgundy from the Chess King, you guys. Blow-dried hair! It was all sooo obvious!
Today, 20 years later, my brother is 6 ft 4, shaved bald, tattooed, and works on cars for a living. He also regularly attends church with his wife and three children. He lives in New York, though. I didn't say he was entirely without his oddities.
LOVE YOU, JIM!