Opening Doors
My neighbours have made me so welcome
I was outside painting, when Paula, my neighbour, appeared at the fence. "You got a minute?" She asked. I, of course, had more than a minute for her, as she took the short walk to my back garden. She was dressed for work and looked sad. I put my hand on her arm and asked her if she was ok, she looked at me, a little tearful. "My husband came out to me last night, he's gay," she whispered. "The day after we ruined his orga...