She studied me a moment and then relaxed and entered, closing the door behind her. "Something is wrong," she said, sitting on my bed. "He avoided me all day, and I deliberately went looking for him."
"Did he ask about me?"
"What? No, of course not. Maybe he's gay," she said. Ava could not stomach any rejection. It pleased me to see her suffering so.
"Maybe he is," I said. "I read where some gay college guys try to look like heterosexuals in front of their friends because they're ashamed of what and who they are or they're afraid of being ridiculed."
She considered. "Maybe," she said. "If that's true, he won't be good for Daddy, anyway. I'll have to rethink it all."
"Whatever you say, Ava."
She looked at me as if she had just realized I was there. "What happened to you today?"
I described my symptoms.
She listened and nodded. "It's normal," she said.
"It happened to you?"
