36. Sal
Thirty Six
Sal
Washing the dishes is therapeutic as the evening replays in my mind. There’s a strange sense of gratitude for Ace. He understands what it’s like to have a shitty father, and from what I recall, his mother died as well. How the hell do we have so much in common, yet I’ve spent all this time hating him?
The realization makes me shake my head. I’ve been absolutely absurd.
While I don’t follow celebrity gossip, I can see why they’re loved by many. They compliment each other so well. If people love them, can they love and accept me and Cole too?
The pleading in my chest is overshadowed by the anger for my father. How dare he make up some insane lie that i moved to Italy. Didn’t he love her? Everyone knew she died. When did it get so twisted?
Surely people recalled going to her funeral? I sigh.
I want to call him and chew him out. But I’m pretty sure is sleeping peacefully, and rightfully so. He worked his ass off today.
Once I’m done with the dishes, I wipe off the counters and eventually move to the table.
Picturing Cole choked up about someone yelling at him irks me deep in my chest. It makes me want to look up his previous employee and have some choice words with them.
Sure, he dresses casually and seems carefree, yet something tells me he was far stricter at the jobs he attempted as a cook.
I try to wrack my brain for some way to resolve this problem for him. Except, his dream coming true would mean him leaving our work place.
Selfish, I tell myself.
I’d give anything to see his eyes sparkle from his dreams coming true.
Loads of questions fill my brian now. Like, did he go to culinary school? Could I use my connections to get him a job doing what he loves most?
Washing my hands, I turn off the low jazz music and the lights.
It’s pitch black and I use my phone to make my way to the bedroom. I flick on the bathroom light and Cole doesn’t flinch, he’s out like a light.
Changing into my silk bottoms, I use the restroom, brush my teeth and give myself a once over in the mirror.
I don’t think I come across as gay. I’ve reveled in that. And while I don’t want to change my nature, I remind myself that it’s okay to be gay, in case there’s a little piece that needs to accept that.
It’s okay to be gay.
I flick off the light and crawl into bed with Cole. As soon as I’m under the covers with him, his body shifts to mine.
Holding him, I eventually fall asleep after looking out the window for a while.