“The kids know you’re gay?” I asked as we walked to my car.
“Yes. I mean, I don’t go around publicizing it, but they know.”
“Do they give you shit for it?”
“Not usually.”
“That’s surprising.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “You know how kids are. They’re always looking for something to throw up in your face and laugh at behind your back.”
“I take it you don’t care for kids.”
“I don’t. I’d prefer not to be around them any longer than I have to. I don’t even work on kids. Susan Platt, the other dentist in my office who co-owns the practice, she handles everyone under the age of fifteen.”