26
Before we left the Red Hat I reminded Boban that our conversation, and the fact we had one, should be kept from Mr. Bukovats. He agreed to email me Bukovats’ employment records. Bukovats was, it appeared, hiding in plain sight using his own name. I felt more than a little inept I was unable to find him.
“Mikey, call me as soon as you can. I’ll be home by 10:30.” I called Michael just before entering the Bowdoin Street subway station.
I had suppressed the electricity that had crackled in my hands and arms when Boban told me that Ivana was HIV positive. I was having less success now as I considered how I would tell Michael and how he’d respond.
As was Michael Devlin’s habit, he returned my call by turning up at my place in Chelsea. He was sitting on the stoop when I arrived.
“If you dance you have to pay, I guess, right Finn? Or at least you have a conversation with the ticket taker?”
“Are you going to get tested? You should…”
“Of course I am, then.”
“I’ll help any way I can.”
“That’ll be fine, Finn. Thanks. I guess I’ll need to set it up, then, won’t I?”
In Boston there is no shortage of places to get an HIV test. Other options exist, too.
“Well, there are places you can go to have it done confidentially and others that will do it anonymously. You can buy a kit on line and have the results sent back to you, too.”
“Jesus, Finn, I had forgotten you knew all this stuff.” Michael said. “What’s the difference between anonymous and confidential?”
I explained all the details to my friend. I offered, more for me than him I suspect, to go with him if he chose the “walk-in” option.
“Let me know what you decide to do.”
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