Chapter 15
Keir gripped the microphone with both hands. “A long time ago and half a world away, my parents gave me to the priests to cure me of being a homosexual. I was fifteen. They took me into the church to a small, musty storage room with no windows. It was hot, and it smelled awful. The only things in the room were an old wooden folding chair and a crucifix on the wall.
“Father Xavier sat down and motioned for me to stand in front of him. I was scared, but, at first, he seemed kind. He was smiling and, with his long white beard, he looked like a skinny version of Santa Claus, only in black robes instead of red. He sounded concerned for my welfare when he explained I had a demon in me. I’d be of no use to God until they removed it.
“I pretended to believe him. I felt bad about dece
