OVERHEARD
"Why would anyone want potato chips that taste like biscuits and gravy?"
—man talking to no one in particular in the snack isle at Edwards Cashsavers
Paragraph(s) of the day from A Different Closet
He assumed from the start someone he interviewed might contact Ingram, or Green, but he wasn’t particularly concerned. After all, he was merely in search of the truth. Lardner had just turned north onto I-55, was almost home and felt all he heard over the previous thirty-six hours helped confirm his belief. There was the evidence from Hillman and Julie Hopper, from Ingram’s city-league basketball teammates in Little Rock, and from backstretch workers at Oaklawn who said Ingram’s obvious love for Cam Luru had left them stunned by the primetime exposure of his homosexuality. Lardner spoke with an openly gay business writer from the Gazette named Jay Quattlebaum, a friend of Julie’s and a man as handsome as Bobby Green, though nearly fifteen years younger. Quattlebaum had been a frequent guest at the Ingrams’s house, and their friendships endured the divorce. “Keith and I went out for drinks now and then,” Quattlebaum told him. “I’m a bit of a sports fan, and we became good friends, but no, I’d have to say there was never anything about him that for a minute made me think he was gay. I don’t think he is. He took the job in St. Louis for a raise in pay, and you know what, I don’t blame him. You can bet that for twenty-thousand more a year I’d lie that I was straight.”
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