“Well you could at least introduce me to your cute little friend.” Valerie said.
“No, I don’t think so!” Gil moaned and closed the door in her face.
“Hey, that was rude! You didn’t even say goodbye to her.” I said.
Gil gazed down at me through venomous, blood shot eyes, “Trust me. That was me being nice! AAANNNDDD…” he really emphasized that ‘and’, “HER is a HIM.”
Having crossed much of this country in the company of a Drag Queen, I honestly wasn’t fazed in the least bit by his declaration. However, having just seen Gil kiss some old guy, I was a bit puzzled about his feelings toward Valerie.
“Sounded like a girl.” I contended.