Chapter 18

She slapped my arm. “I’m well aware of what it is, Jack,” she said, indignantly. “I was married in one, you know.”

I didn’t know. In fact, I never would’ve guessed. Never. I always pictured more of a pagan affair. “Did you lose a bet or something?”

She started to slap me again. I ducked and weaved. Dad did, too, in case he was next. Smart man. “Inside, the both of you,” she commanded. “It’s for the greater good.”

I laughed. “One gay man looking for another gay man?” I laughed again. “Times have indeed changed.”

She looked up to the cross high above and sighed. “Tell me about it.”

And so my family walked into a church. Hell, I imagined, must’ve all of a sudden opened up a skating rink. I gulped as we sat in a pew, me in between my parents, staring up at the beamed ceiling, waiting for the inevitable lightning strike.

“Pretty,” Ma made note as she took it all in.