“Whitney, this is quite a do. I’ve known about these galas, but I’ve never been willing to spring for the cost of a ticket.”
“Asa,” I said, shaking his hand, “good to see you. Let me introduce Stuart Blount.”
“Hi, Asa,” Stuart said, giving me a look. “I’m a fan of your articles in the Sentinel.
Part of me wanted to disappear, but I was also fascinated. The two chatted for a few minutes. Asa knew that Stuart taught art at the high school. I supposed he’d learned that when he was writing his article about the gay threat. I didn’t think there was any way he could have known that Stuart and I were lovers, but as he walked away, he grinned and gave me a thumbs up. I grinned back and winked.
Both the priests from Holy Trinity were there, and I noticed that both had shed their clerical collar
