Chapter 20

There was a lot of grousing everywhere I went about the “new” people taking over.

“What do they want with us?” Mack Logan, the head of the painting company Behr hires to finish off our places, asked.

“What do you mean?” More and more people kept asking me questions I had no answers for.

“The new group of homosexuals. They’re like locusts. They come in and take over.”

“Locusts don’t take over,” I grumped. He was making my head hurt.

“Sure they do.”

“They might eat everything in sight, but they don’t take over,” I said.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, Mack, I don’t know.” I rubbed my face, then looked at him. “How much money have you made from these locusts?”

He glowered back at me.

“A lot, right? Probably put you solidly in the black for once, right?” Hand down face again. “And you’re complaining?”

“Still. It’s not right.”

“Says?”

He looked away from me, his face turning a little pink. “The minister at church.”