Marcia King-Gamble - Flamingo Place

He got the particulars and hung up after agreeing to be at the station half an hour before the start of the show.

Now he needed to center himself. Chet hurried in the direction of the bathroom. When he returned, Harley had completed his sales pitch. Rico bought his suggestions and Harley wrapped the huge Vanda orchid in cellophane and added curled ribbons to the arrangement as a festive touch.

“There, Bianca will love it,” Harley said. “If she doesn’t she’s not the woman for you.”

Chet waited for Rico to leave the store before sinking onto the pink divan with the claw feet.

“I think I’m going to faint.”

“Please don’t. At least wait until we’re sure no customers are around. I’ll get you water and a cold cloth for your beet-red face.”

“I’m hyperventilating,” Chet said, now prostrate on the seat.

Harley was back with a chilled bottle of water. “Here, take deep breaths. What did Tre Monroe want with you?”

Chet fanned his heated cheeks with his open palm. “He asked me on the show. Me, Harley. He wanted my opinion on missy, you know that Jenna woman, the advice columnist.”

“You don’t say. Work it, boy. This is a good opportunity to promote All About Flowers.”

“So you approve? You think I should go?”

“Of course. You’ll be supported by every gay person in this town. Your appearing on the show will increase our visibility and will let these uptight folks know that we are a force to be reckoned with.” Harley’s fingers cupped Chet’s chin. “You don’t think you’re being set up, do you?”

Chet frowned. He hadn’t thought of that possibility. “What would be the point? Tre is not a stupid man. He knows who my father is. While Dad may not agree with my choices he would never publicly say it. He would defend me to the core. We are after all part of his constitution. My mother would leave him if he turned against me, his own child.”

“Okay, if you say so, but I smell a rat. You know what I think?” Harley didn’t wait for an answer. “I think he’s also invited Dear Jenna on the show.”

“No, he didn’t.”

“I bet you dinner he did.”

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