Chapter 3
Too late to make that night’s local broadcast, the labor pains of “the incident” began the next morning. It wasn’t the lead, but damn close.
“In a curious twist already reverberating in the gay/lesbian community, a local restaurant owner ejected a male couple after a public marriage proposal.”
Reverberating? Did this warrant a Richter scale? Because, minus media coverage, there wouldn’t have been a ripple.
“But this incident has people scratching their heads: the owner of Platte is a gay man, too, one notable in the GLBT community.”
I wasn’t going to get a break even in bad publicity. The anchor had mangled Platte as Pilates.
“I consider it a human rights violation. What the Supreme Court giveth, one mean-spirited person can still taketh away,” Argyle, my new antagonist, to
