As I drove by the diner I saw Greg's car in the parking lot. I paused, thinking if I should stop. I slowed and quickly pulled into the lot.He was at a booth by himself eating a steak and coffee."Steak and coffee?" I said leering over him. He looked tired, but he smiled up at me attempting to hide it."Fran, how have you been?"I felt distance. He didn't want me to join him."Can I sit?""Sure, sure, of course you can. What'cha been up to?" He dug the tines of his fork into the bloody carcass and slid the knife along the edge of the back of the fork. He awkwardly cut a piece of the meat away and jabbed it into his mouth. He chewed hard."No one seems to know where Hugo is. Have you heard from him?" I turned and ordered some coffee from the waitress with the turquoise uniform, bright pink lipstick, and teased gray hair. Between swallows, or gulps rather, Greg said, "Nope, haven't heard anything except that you got fired.""Yeah, well, I got a new job. You should stop by.""I don't think so.""Did I do something Greg? I mean what's up? I've never seen you eat steak.""Things change." He said shrugging and gnawing."How is it? The steak I mean.""It's tough, but okay once I swallow it.""Are you still in therapy?" This stopped the mandibular up and downmovements."You know Fran..." And he just stared at me-- looking very confused and sad. For a moment, I thought he was going to cry. Instead, he pulled a twenty out of his wallet, dropped it on the table, and left.*****"He's been going to his therapist," said Drew. I lay on my yellow bean bag chair, fiddling with the cord, listening to Drew. "Fran, I got to tell you...but keep it to yourself, okay?""Okay, all right, just tell me.""Cause you know, it's not my business to tell you...""What!!!???""He's trying to...well...please his father.""You mean go straight? Oh shit, this is ridiculous. What is he trying to prove? He's a bigger queen than Rock Hudson was in 'Pillow Talk.'" He laughed at my joke and so did I, until it wained to sadness. "Drew, will he listen to you? I know he won't listen to me. You've got to tell him...he's going backwards. He's wasting time.""Fran, remember when you tried to...""I never did. I always knew I was gay and never tried to convince myselfotherwise. I'm too gay and so is Greg. Who is he kidding?"I knew I was being hard on Greg, but I also knew he was making a giganticmistake. So what do you do when you know your friend is going down the wrong tunnel? Nothing? I don't think so. I called Greg and begged him to call me. Maybe I couldn't grab him and force him down the right road, but I could yell as loud as I could and hope that he heard me.