Sunday evening, mom and dad sit at the dinner table. She doesn’t waste time to tell him about her experience with Charlie. No peas are tentatively shoved around her plate. No syllables are washed down with a glass of wine before they complete themselves.
“Dave, I need to tell you…I had sex with a man last night.”
Dad shoves peas around his…
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