Much to my chagrin Warren insisted on having a booth at Gay pride to advertise our detective services. He was so enthusiastic about it I couldn’t say no. I must admit that at my age (forty-three and holding) being out in the community hasn’t been a priority in the last fifteen years and I had no idea what to expect. Well, I knew there would be drag queens, and men parading around in their underwear. I was surprised and glad to see so many young people taking advantage of a day set aside to celebrate who they were. There were older people too but with the extreme heat the younger folks fared better.
When a gust of wind sent the tent next ours flying, it took our tent with it. We were able to get everything back in place without injury or loss of too many pamphlets. I wanted to go to the beer tent but after a few looks from Warren I refrained. I had the last laugh when I saw Warren talking to older gentlemen who insisted on giving him a hug as he tried to talk him into visiting his church.
I missed Loren so terribly I could hardly stand it. Seeing couples walking hand in hand sank my heart over and over again. It’s been a couple of years since she died. I can’t find the words to describe that pain. When I woke up the next morning to watch the news about a mass murder killing at a Gay bar in Orlando I was overwhelmed and shocked by the horror of it. While the underlying feeling at gay pride was happiness and joy, I had a feeling something like that could happen here in Indianapolis. I didn’t say a word to Warren but the truth is it could happen anywhere. My heart goes out to the victims, their families and the community. I have to believe that when something like this happens somehow, someway, something good will prevail. If I don’t try and hold on to that belief than there’s no point to anything.
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