Chapter 17

I knew what I had to do. I had to tell Mama. I had to be open and upfront and honest—and let the chips fall where they would. It would be risky. The business would be at risk. Customers might start going elsewhere. They might not like the thought of their undertaker being a gay boy-loving, light in the loafers poof. Business might dry up so badly that we’d have to close our doors—or sell the business to someone else.

Then what would I do? All I knew was the funeral home business. I had no other skills. The thought of going to work for someone else held absolutely no appeal.

The more I thought about it, the further driven into paralysis and inaction I became.

I knew what I had to do—but it was a horrible risk. A horrible gamble. It was the sort of decision that could never be unmade or undone. Once word got around in Port Moss and the surrounding communities…that was all she wrote. There was no way to walk it back, or pretend it didn’t happen.

How far would I go for love?