“True. I won’t be chased from here, anyway. North Carolina is home, one with mostly wonderful, kind, and accepting people. I’m grateful for that, and I’m truthful, because why shouldn’t I be? If it helps someone else, I’m glad.”
“Maybe we’ll get there someday, Mr. Larrabee.”
“Maybe we will, Mr. Watts.”
“I had a gay teacher,” Edison said, watching Stone’s jiggling foot. “I’m pretty sure he was gay. I told him I was. Then he made my life miserable for the next two years, sent me to the school psychologist, who told me I was going to hell.”
“No way.”
“Yup. This wasn’t that long ago, either. Well, ten years…or more. I won’t say how many more.”
When Stone smiled, he almost got one back. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Being in this building, it all comes back. I never had much use for school after that…or before, really.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You said that already.” Edison stood, so Stone did, too. “You get with the other two gay teachers?”