someone that looked like his wife

In his inbox that morning Littlegirlcop saw the name of his best friend from high school. It'd been a rough few weeks. Cancer took a friend. An old boyfriend was visiting. Emotions raged and conflicted, two rivers fought as they merged and settled. The thought that flashed through Murphy's head, well it was more of a wish really, was that his old pal Mikey Sullivan had turned queer, was leaving the wife, the volvo and the three lovely kids in the midwest, and was moving back to town for a new start.

"Dude, you don't need to be a shrink to figure that one out," said his cop buddy Marty, "Do you think he liked you back? Is he gay to? What'd he want?"

"He was just to catching up. We were best friends but, no. Not that I know of," said Murphy. "But if you looked up dyke in the dictionary there'd be a picture of someone that looked a lot like his wife. But I don't think she is either, she just looks the part."

"Murphy, you really need to get laid."

"Yeah, you don't need to be a shrink to figure that one out either," said Murphy. Littlegirlcop replayed the conversation in his head as he drank his beer at the bar. He replayed it as he walked from the bear bar to the leather bar. He replayed it as he drove home alone.