Everyone was silent for a while.
Travis said, “I’m sorry that happened.”
They chatted about miscellaneous things, and the Porters walked home, but not before Winston shook Mr. Lee’s hand and used two hands on Travis’ hand, looking him in the eye.
Damn, this man is sexy, but my gaydar says he’s straight.
As they walked home, Angela said, “I want him. I want to bed him. I want to have his babies, maybe a dozen. We need to repopulate the Earth.”
Joy added, “I’d do him, too. I’ll have his babies. He’s way too young for me. I always favored older men, but I’d do him.”
Winston said, “Me, too. I want to have his babies.”
Angela said, “He is way straight. I can just tell. And I want him. I saw him first.”
* * * *
Travis put the cups in the sink after the Porters left. “That’s terrible what happened to Mr. Porter.” Grandpa didn’t say anything. “Don’t you agree?”
Grandpa sucked a breath in. “Yeah. Terrible.”
“What aren’t you saying?”