EMILY
I needed to make a quick trip to the shop nearby to pick up some groceries for the restaurant. Seeing that Aunt Lena's car was at the house, I messaged Jonathan to meet me there, and he arrived promptly, as though brought by the wind.
"That's just it," Jonathan let out as we walked the aisles of the shop, "Emily, I don't think anyone with a functioning brain will choose to like men. It's just like a bloomin' fight that you keep losing, over and over again."
Oh, dear. He was having problems with Elvis. What a surprise, eh?
Chuckling, I said, "Well, if sexuality were a matter of choice, I wouldn't have chosen men. Like no flippin' way."
"I don't think anyone would."
Jonathan told me Elvis had started acting a certain way, and he was beginning to get fed up with the whole issue. A
