We turned two student desks facing each other and sat.
With a sullen look, Ralph asked, “Well, what happens now?”
“First of all, I’ve got a question.”
“Yeah?”
“When I asked you last night what I had ever done to you that you’d want to discredit me, to make me look incompetent, to get me fired, your answer was…?”
He cleared his throat and looked at the ceiling. Then he readjusted himself in the uncomfortable seat and said, looking down rather than at me, “You’re queer.”
“And that affects you…how?”
“It’s sick what you guys do. It’s unnatural.”
“I’ll ask you again. What business of yours is my s*x life?”
He didn’t respond immediately, obviously trying to find an answer.
“It makes me nervous to have to work with you.”
“Can you explain that? Have I ever come on to you or done anythin
