Meanwhile
in the kitchen the kids were discussing their mother’s supposed excursion.
“Do
you think she really went to heaven?” Mary said.
“Sounded
like a real place,” Treasa said. “I mean the way she described God and Jesus...you
could almost see her glow as she told it.”
“Mom
always had a vivid imagination,” Bill said.
“Not
quite that vivid,” George said. “What do you think, Henry? You haven't said two words this whole time.”
Everyone
looked at Henry as if they had just noticed him. He seemed to have an ability to dissolve from the present.
Henry
continued slowly wiping a pan that George had just washed. “I
have trouble believing in heaven at all or a God who gets nasty about ‘men with
men.’ I know who I am and how I feel and if there is a God He made me this way.
How can God be described as ‘loving’ when He hates the very thing He creates?” He looked at each one of them, waiting for an answer.
“I don't know,” Mary said.
“My
parents...we've had our debates,” Henry said. “They believe every word of the Bible, and can’t face the truth about their son.
That’s why they went to Florida
“Looks
like we’re done in here,” Bill said. “Let’s go meet the parents.”
They
filed out of the kitchen as Mary gave the counter a last wipe.
“That
was quick work,” Minnie said.
“We
left a few things for you to put away,” George said. “We didn't want to hide
them on you.”
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