My mother had forbidden me from seeing them until they made their grand entrance at six. Carter was standing at the door ready to assist their exit. H... was a big black man, about 30, who was devoted to my parents. I didn't know why. I did know he was gay or bi, because I had seen him fucking my father in the ass one night while my father was in full drag. He had refused to go to New York when my father left despite my father's pleas.First came my mother's gorgeous legs, showing a lot of thigh. I had to leave my friends and everything I knew behind. It was an injustice especially because it was my senior year and I was looking forward to it." We weren't so far from New York that you couldn't keep in touch with your friends," I offered.She looked up. "I know but it wasn't the same thing. I couldn't just go over to their places and hang out or go to our favorite mall and run into them."I nodded understanding only a fraction of what she had left behind. I had nothing to look forward to. It turned out he was a student and he thought they were getting pretty popular and getting a lot of online coverage. This was the second night of their first UK tour, having played Newcastle the night before.I was just about to ask him what the attraction was when the lights went down and the crowd at the front of the hall started cheering. In the semi-darkness, I could see shapes moving on stage. The dry ice machine started up and the stage lights came up and the crowd went wild.Four girls. Cat and mouse. It’s a game they’ve played, actually, perfected with each other over the few minutes spread over years when they can communicate. When they first “met,” she asked whether he played chess. He said he did not. He lied. He just doesn’t play it with inanimate things to no end. There’s an insane tension building. He knows she will finish her art (as if any art can ever really be finished) and turn her attention to “the room” in which she’ll find, he believes, his hand creeping under.