Page 103 of Ghost

Porter laughed. “You bothered by me being heterosexual?”

George laughed. “No.”

“Well,” I’m only bothered by one thing, and you being gay isn’t it,” Porter said.

“What’s that?”

“My hunger,” Porter said. “Haven’t eaten since last night.”

George stood. “One double burger and one Abby coming right up.”

Porter stood and opened his arms. “Give me a hug.”

George looked at me, and then at Porter.

“I want in on this,” I said.

While the three of us hugged to celebrate George’s coming out, I decided that I wanted to marry Porter and have his children.

He truly was the best man God could offer me.

All I had to do was wait. Wait, and hope that he felt the same way about me.