On New Year's Eve of 1966, my dad and his boyfriend (who we all pretended to ourselves was not his boyfriend) came to dinner with me, my mom, my stepdad, my older brother and my younger brother. My dad and his lover Tanner were pretty drunk. Mom wasn't pleased, but we were used to his antics, and secretly I loved the drama.
After a sloppy and awkward dinner, my brothers and stepdad sensibly retreated to the upper floor, and my mom and Tanner went off into another part of the house.
My dad was very nervous and soon he was shaking.
"I have something to tell you, but I am afraid," he said, and then started to cry. We hugged each other and he kind of slipped off his chair, and we ended up sitting under the dining room table.
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