Chapter 17: Chapter 17

“You’re shittin’ me!” Bob exclaimed. “Right there in the bar? What was a fairy doin’ in one of our bars? Why didn’t he go to one a them queer bars on the east side where he belongs? Didn’t they throw him out when they saw he was a fag?”

“That’s just it,” Trent continued. “You wouldn’t a known the guy was queer.”

“Whadda ya mean?”

“I mean, he looked like a linebacker: big, all muscle and tall. Didn’t sound girly at all. There was no fuckin’ way you could tell the guy was a pervert. I guess guys like that can be anywhere and you wouldn’t know it. They don’t all look or act like Liberace.”

The men laughed.

Bob said, “Huh. You’re saying they can look like us on the outside but inside they’re queer as a pig with two heads?”

“That’s what I’m sayin’,” Trent said with a forceful nod.

“Kind a creeps you out, don’t it? That means they could be anywhere, even here at the office.”

Trent looked up at Alan, “How about it, Daniels. You one a them queer birds?”