Part 51 (2/2)
”You gon' shake my sugar tree?” I inquired.
”And then some. And if you don't put this ring on your finger, I'm going to kick your Confederate a.s.s right up between your shoulder blades.”
”I could use my b.u.t.t cheeks for Mickey Mouse ears,” I pointed out.
”Come on, Wiley,” Jackson said. ”Will you marry me?”
”I can't afford to buy you a ring like that,” I said.
”Which is why I also bought this,” he said, retrieving another package and displaying it.
”You know I don't believe in D-I-V-O-R-C-E,” I said.
”Stop stalling, Wiley,” he replied. ”Will you, or will you not, be my husband?”
”I reckon I will, Mr. Ledbetter,” I said. ”I do indeed.”
”Yes!” Jackson exclaimed, putting the ring on my finger and kissing me full on the lips, so hard and so pa.s.sionately that Noah put his hands over his eyes and giggled.
Afterward, as Jackson and Noah got busy setting up the new Xbox and trying out their new games, I sat on the sofa and watched my two men, a ridiculous smile on my face that wouldn't go away.
Maybe things do do change in the South, I thought. Or maybe all we could do was change ourselves and hope the South would eventually catch up. change in the South, I thought. Or maybe all we could do was change ourselves and hope the South would eventually catch up.
I picked up my phone and called Mama.
”You'll never guess,” I said.
About the Author.
NICK W WILGUS grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in a variety of small towns in Michigan. The child of an alcoholic father whose drunken binges left the family in constant poverty, Wilgus ran away at age fifteen and joined a right wing religious cult, but was eventually rejected and shunned because of his s.e.xuality. After living on the streets, he was taken in by an Italian family. He eventually put himself through school and has lived and worked all over the world, including almost two decades in Bangkok, Thailand, where he worked as the chief subeditor for the Bangkok Post. grew up on the wrong side of the tracks in a variety of small towns in Michigan. The child of an alcoholic father whose drunken binges left the family in constant poverty, Wilgus ran away at age fifteen and joined a right wing religious cult, but was eventually rejected and shunned because of his s.e.xuality. After living on the streets, he was taken in by an Italian family. He eventually put himself through school and has lived and worked all over the world, including almost two decades in Bangkok, Thailand, where he worked as the chief subeditor for the Bangkok Post.
He sold his first short story to The Horror Show The Horror Show when he was seventeen, and has since published almost a dozen novels and a screenplay. He was nominated for a Lambda award for his first gay fiction t.i.tle (2003) and also received a Best Screenplay nomination by the Thai Film a.s.sociation (2012) in addition to being named one of the best general columnists in Mississippi (2011). when he was seventeen, and has since published almost a dozen novels and a screenplay. He was nominated for a Lambda award for his first gay fiction t.i.tle (2003) and also received a Best Screenplay nomination by the Thai Film a.s.sociation (2012) in addition to being named one of the best general columnists in Mississippi (2011).
He currently lives in Tupelo, Mississippi, birthplace of Elvis.
Website: /site/wilgusworld/home Facebook: /WilgusWorld
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