“Nate, did you ever meet my older brother, Randolph?” he said.
“If I did, I don’t remember it, why?”
“Because he has a thirty-year-old grandson who is gay. He and his friend are both lawyers down in Atlanta.”
“Grandma,” Nate said, “you don’t seem very upset by this.”
“Nate, don’t confuse me with your mother. There are two or three gay couples who go to our church, and they’re all very nice people. You just took me by surprise.”
“I’m having a hard time adjusting to the fact that some churches don’t have a problem with gays,” Nate said. “When Quentin introduced me to Father Cullen after church Sunday, he said something like, ‘It’s about time you settled down with someone’.”
“Does your mother know about this?” she said.
“She does. In fact, she got hysterical when I told her. When we drove off, she was on her knees babbling and praying.”
“Your stepfather has a lot to answer for,” Mr. Wilson said.
“And that cult,” Nate said.