As Ennis approached the door, putting a deliberate hand on the knob as though gentling a horse about to buck, he stopped, his posture stiffening to an even harder stance, and he took a barely heard breath before he stepped on. So this is where the queers go, the thought dropping through his thoughts like an anvil into the bottom of his stomach. He saw one thing: the bar, and headed for it, not daring to look left or right, and slid onto an empty stool that looked isolated enough from the nearest... read more
