Chapter 12
Denice answered my call on the first ring. “Little brother, how’s Channing this time of year?”
“Cold and snowy. I kind of like it. I’m sure it’s eighty degrees where you’re at, right?”
“Ninety-two. Uncommon for this time of the year, but likable.”
After a long string of simple chatter with her, I cut to the chase and asked her about my uncle being gay and having a boyfriend by the name of Joshua Kent.
She laughed. “Uncle Michael hated men. American-Indians, Asians of any sort, Eskimos, African-Americans, any minority, or so Mother always told me. You’re the only gay in our family, and we love you just the way you are, Dalton.”