He was a good teammate, a good friend, and a great libero. He played for the girl's team at his high school until he came out his junior year, when he switched to the boy's. Out of them all, volleyball was the only one that stuck. Helena was always tough on him, pushing him to train hard at the activities she signed him up for: tap dance, gymnastics, piano, volleyball. Or, he was, before he came out, but Daddy's boy just doesn't have the same connotations. I do consulting work, high enough up that I get to work from the comfort of my own home office. My wife, Helena, was away on another business trip to Beijing, and I was working too. He worked as a lifeguard at the Y, getting paid minimum wage. His last summer at home didn't seem so different from the rest, really. He would be off to college soon, moving to California to study engineering. It was the summer after Jeremy's senior year.
