Hank looked at Ollie, smiling, and nodded.
“Then maybe he can help you. Ease the pain. Besides,” Stacy said, moving back to the screen door, “I could never let Addison go on living in this environment.” She shook her head. “It wouldn’t be right.”
Ollie could feel the anger rise up, hot, in his gut. Hank stood suddenly, his chair slamming against the wall behind him. His fists were clenched. “What do you mean, Sis?”
Stacy said, “God teaches us to hate the sin and love the sinner. And that’s what I’m doing here. Your lifestyle is your choice, Hank. I respect that. But I don’t want my daughter exposed to it. At least not to this degree. It’s not right. It’s not natural.”
Ollie remembered making love with Hank only hours ago, but what now seemed like much longer ago, with Addison in the room next door. Had she heard? What would Stacy think if she knew?
Were they really and truly doomed? Was their little, and so new and so fragile, family about to burst apart at the seams?