I walked the length of Commercial Street. Most of the shops were closed and the only noise came from the pier where the boats were going in and out and off into distance. Church bells started to ring, and I thought about my Nona and how all those years she’d drag me off to Mass every week and how on Easter she’d always hide a couple of those plastic Easter eggs with pennies in them. I was a sucker for those eggs. I don’t think she would’ve liked it to see me walking down the street homeless, so I made her a promise that I’d find a job. And that, after I got done with being gay, I’d settle down with a nice girl.
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