VOICE MEMO

Walter Dalton’s Cell Phone | Friday, July 17, 2015, 2:14 p.m.

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Lily, remember how I used to say I didn’t know a single homosexual? Well, I’ve been thinking. When I was a kid, there was this old woman on the corner. She rented out a room to her “best friend” for years. We called them both old spinsters, but . . .

And I had a buddy from the service. Handsome as all get-out. Confirmed bachelor. Whenever anyone asked him why he had never settled down, wondered if he just hadn’t ever met the right woman, he’d give this wry little smile and say, “Something like that.” I wonder now if what he meant was, he’d never met the right man.

It’s so strange, Lily. Maybe Jeff wasn’t the one who was so naïve—maybe it was me.

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