"I know," Glenn replied. "And, yes, I'm bi. I have been since I first figured out the differences between men and women. Well, maybe not that long ago but you get what I'm saying."
"But… you're living out here all by yourself… All right, I suppose that didn't make much sense. I mean, you're older and you don't have someone in your life, especially since you can have your choice and… Damn! I'm going to shut up now."
Glenn smiled, patting Joey's arm. "It's okay; I get what you're trying to say. I'm just not one for relationships. I've never really had time for them."
"Well you do now. Oh shit!"
"Going to try to match me up with your mom?" Glenn asked with a perfectly straight face.
"She's too old for you."
Glenn kept up his teasing, saying "Maybe I like older women."
"Oh, well, yeah then…"
Because Joey looked so woebegone, Glenn relented. "I have no idea if I do or not since I've never even gone out with one. I'm bi, yes, but I lean more toward men than women on the whole when I'm… Okay, I don't know you well enough to be playing true confessions about my life so how about we drop this subject?"
It seemed as if Joey was going to protest but then changed his mind and he nodded.
"Do you think there's some way to keep us safe from my father if he does show up?"
"There are things we can do but I won't know what until I take a good look at your place and the coffeehouse. Will your mother allow that?"
"Maybe. I can ask. Even if she doesn't I have no problem with letting you inside to check out the house when she's not there. I don't want anything to happen to her."
Glenn nodded seriously. "I got that idea. You're a good kid to worry about her."
"She's my mom. Of course, I do." Joey glanced at the clock on one wall of the living room and jumped to his feet. "I didn't realize it was getting so late. She's going to kill me."
"You're late for work? Come on, I'll drive you back."
"Yeah, not horribly late but, yeah, I'd appreciate that if you don't mind."
"I wouldn't have offered if I did. Let me get my stuff and I'll be ready to go."
When Glenn headed up the stairs Joey watched wistfully. He wished this was like his dreams and he was beside Glenn or even already in the bedroom, sprawled provocatively on the bed. "Yeah, right, like that would ever happen," he muttered under his breath as he got his jacket. "When pigs fly."
"Where are they flying to?" Glenn asked as he came down the stairs.
"No where. Pigs don't have wings," Joey replied with a small smile.
"Now you never know." Glenn put on his jacket and headed toward the kitchen and the back door with Joey in tow. "Maybe Farmer Jones owns a private airstrip and the pigs have learned how to pilot airplanes."
"And they travel to… where?"
"Hmm, Bacon, Georgia; Bacon, Missouri. Bacon Cove or Bacon Ridge, Canada."
"Hamburg, Germany; Hampton, Virginia; Hamilton, Ohio…" Joey responded, getting into the game.
"Eggs and Bacon Bay in Tasmania."
"You're putting me on, that's not a real place."
Glenn nodded as he unlocked the car to let Joey get in. "Honest, it is. There's also Pigtown, Ohio and Hog Mountain, Georgia."
"Or they could fly to… I think they call them hogbacks, outside of Denver, a kind of rock formation."
"There are hogbacks a lot of places. Then there's…"
The game continued until Glenn pulled the car up in front of the coffeehouse. "Want me to alibi you with your mom?" he asked as Joey got out.
"Naw, it'll be okay. Thanks for the ride and, well, everything."
Glenn nodded. "I'll give you a call and we can set up a time when I can go over to your house. What's your number?"
Joey gave it to him then raced into the coffeehouse. Glenn smiled as he pulled away. He hadn't had that much just plain fun in… well he couldn't even remember when the last time had been. 'And that's just sad,' he thought morosely as he headed back to his house.
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