“He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.”

“Burnett wasn't fooled, that was aparent by his expression, but he didn't argue, either. Well, as long as one didn't call slamming the door an argument."Jerk" Holiday muttered."I can hear you" he retorted from the other side of the wall.”

“Wait!" he yelled.I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped.Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would.”

“I could tell by his expression that once he got over his anger at me for keeping this secret from him, there was nothing left to talk about. He wasn't confused. He didn't need questions answered. He didn't ask why or how or with whom or whether I thought maybe it might just be a phase. He didn't ask who knew and who didn't know or whether I thought it might ruin my career. I was his sister and he didn't care whether I was straight or gay; it simply didn't matter to him.”

“Okay, babe, I'm here.”The front door smashed opened, slamming against the wall—the man didn't know how to turn a knob?”

“He didn't remember, he didn't worry, he just was.”