"My gold ring was under the bed."
This was Sunday, the night after the big bash. We were getting ready to go to bed, after dropping Ashes and her friend off in Salem. And there was Corb, crouched under our bed, holding up his gold ring in his hands, as if he were Frodo or something.
I absently played with my phone. "Maybe one of the cats knocked it off the shelf."
Corb shook his head. "No, I don't think that's it at all. This was on my bureau. How did it get under my bed?" He stood up and moved to put his ring back on his bureau. Then stopped. "And another thing. My treasure chest was moved. It's in a different position. I think someone was sneaking around our room during the party."
What? I put my phone down. "Who would do something like that? Those are all our friends! You're just imagining things."
"Look, you always say I'm like Sherlock Holmes, right? I'm telling you, someone was in here moving our stuff."
"But nothing was taken, right?" Corb shook his head. No, nothing was taken. "So, why was someone moving things around in our room?"
Ah, but Sherlock was on a mission. Corb might as well have a deerstalker hat on. "Katherine said that one of her sons was missing for about twenty minutes, right? The one that she thinks is gay. Maybe he was up here snooping around."
"Oh." I thought about that for a minute. "Well, maybe. Is that a bad thing? I mean, maybe he is curious about us. If he really is gay and all. I think that would be perfectly natural."
Corb frowned. "I guess. I just don't like people looking around our stuff, though."
I smiled. "Just as long as he didn't find out where we hid the sex toys, I think we are fine."
Honestly, I am not going to make a big deal about it. First of all. we have no way of knowing whether anyone actually did move things around. And even if Corb's impressive Sherlockian powers are on the money, we have no way of knowing that Katherine's son did anything at all. We had sixty people in our house, after all, and there were other people who kept wandering around.
And even if his theory is correct...I mean, so what? I remember what it was like to be young and questioning. It'd be natural to be a little curious and start to wander. If I had known a happily partnered gay couple when I was growing up, I may have done the same exact thing. Of course, those things didn't exist in quite so much abundance in Masachusetts, way back in the stone ages. At least, openly.
Still, the two of us. Role models. I kind of like the sound of that. We are the gay exemplars for the next generation. I feel asleep that night with visions of role models swimming in my head and a smile on my face.