He was sprawled on an ebony and bronze art deco sofa, the most uncomfortable piece of furniture in her front room. One of last year’s acquisitions, the sofa was shaped like a boat and was the only thing big enough for him to sprawl on. However, its contours, as everyone who sat on it discovered, were unsuited to the human body. Not surprisingly, she had not been able to offload it on anyone. It sat in her living room, looking interesting and taking up space. “Christine’s gay,” she said. He gazed at her dully. She wondered if he was having another of his Thumpers. But no, he didn’t have that bruised look around the eyes that usually went with his headaches. She pulled off her jacket. “That’s what drove her and her parents apart. For Amélie and Joseph, for their generation, living in a closed rural community, having a lesbian daughter wasn’t something either of them could handle.” Forty years on, judging from the mayor’s smirk, she thought it still might be a problem for some.
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