Chapter 3
Maggie Valley, NC
MIKE AND BOB returned to the kitchen carrying a handful of clothes. “Evidently, Robbie brought some of his clothes with him and stashed them in the shed,” Mike said. “They’re not very clean, but we can wash them.”
“Good,” I said. “I have to ask you one question, Martha.”
“What’s that?” she said.
“You’ve told me about this state in general. What do you think the reaction of the local courts will be when two gay men try to adopt a five-year-old boy?”
“That will depend on the judge. I can think of one who would want to shoot you for even asking, at least one who would have no problem, and the rest of them are somewhere in between.”
“I need to make a call,” I said. “Mike, why don’t you offer these folks something to drink.”
I went to the master bedroom, fish
