“Certainly has.”
More and more people emerged from the theatre foyer like brilliant, sparkling moths flitting out into the night.
Candy tittered. “This is surreal. Did Danny ever tell you he tried to arrange a Pride rally at our school years ago?”
“No.”
“The Head Teacher refused to support it and took down all his posters. It ended up being him, me, and a couple of rainbow flags in the playground. Total disaster. I left shortly after that,” Candy said with a shrug. “Art College was much more tolerant. I don’t know why Danny stayed on at school.” The light breeze ruffled Candy’s hair, and she brushed it back off her face. “I suspect things will be different after today. I hope so.”
“Me, too.” Kate watched the crowd heading for the pubs on High Street or turning the opposite way towards
