Comfortable Madness First PDF 4-13-18

from under the hood played through my imagination. Laughter
bubbled out of my chest.
“What?” Miss Tris asked.
“Just thinking of you with tools,” I said.
“She’s great with tools,” Tad said.
That made Tayla laugh.
“Perverts,” Miss Tris said, but she grinned too.
Cars filled the parking lot. Everyone wore suits and pretty,
pretty dresses. Dread chilled the moment. Fun time was over.
Something bad was about to happen.
“You coming?” Miss Tris asked when I hesitated.
I nodded.
“You okay?” Tad asked.
I shrugged. Tayla squeezed my hand. A couple folks
stopped to stare. Being small town queers, we were used to a
certain amount of staring. We walked boldly to the door. Miss Tris
had our tickets out. Mr. Skarey looked at us, all sad eyes and stern.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
We stopped cold.
“There’s a dress code,” he said.
People gathered and snickered.
“What?” Tayla asked, dangerously.
I closed my eyes.
“You have to dress the part,” Mr. Skarey said.
“Appropriately.”
“What’s wrong with our clothes?” Miss Tris asked.
“Michael,” he said.
“Tris,” Miss Tris hissed.
Mr. Skarey swallowed. He saw the fight coming and there
was nothing he could do.
“There are rules,” he said, weakly.
“Fuck your rules,” Tayla snarled.