How long, exactly, had June been coming to Moonie's for the sole purpose of pining after the bartender?
Long enough to know, probably, that there was no good reason for Mal Edwards, a bastion of stability and good sense, to see any kind of future with June anyway. Was it even fair to express feelings to a woman like that when June was barely around, on the road more than she wasn't?
But as another Pride weekend approaches, June's fiftieth birthday and the eventual end of her long-haul trucking days loom in her mind, nestled against the memories of Moonie's nights gone by where it felt like June and Mal came close-close to something happening, something real. Until June would inevitably chicken out, and retreat once again to life on the road.
It's time for June to finally figure out her next act. And if she's not brave enough to ask Mal Edwards to be part of it, she doesn't deserve her, anyway.
After all. If you can't tell a butch you love her during Pride, when the hell can you?