I don't think you ever know, Ronnie. I kept as much of myself against the doorjamb as I could and began to ease the door open with my hands, which were still cupped around the gun. I let it go; we'd learned years ago that we had philosophical differences about men, sex, and relationships. I shook my head.
I was the only one who saw the relief and surprise on Jean-Claude's face. He rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up. They left to repair Nathaniel's costume. I wasn't clean.
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