Chapter 23

“What was that all about?” I followed Guy across the street and then into Stonewall’s.

Guy huffed as we walked through the bar.

“He as much as said he didn’t want us downtown at night, the homophobic son of a bitch.” Incredulity laced his tone.

“Yeah, I got it. Big surprise. What else did you expect? You said he was the downtown association’s enforcer.” I stepped in front of him, stopping him in his tracks as we reached Stonewall’s back room. “But what was all that about weekday nights?”

“Weekdays are when gays and lesbians keep the damn eating places alive. Family groups don’t do any fine dining during the week, but we do. Or at least we used to.” His tone had turned sour.

“Wait. Just think about this a minute,” I soothed him. “Right now it’s a standoff. He threatened me. You threatened him. Do you want to dry up the queer trade during the week and force other businesses to close? Would it really do Stonewall any good?”