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he says.
“Oh, honey.” Marta sounds slightly reproving, but doesn’t take it any further.
I just shrug and grin. “Don’t worry, we don’t have a big wedding planned.”
Lee arches an eyebrow at me. I showed him pictures of Gregory’s wedding last year, which led to an argument about whether I’d take him to a family wedding. After making up, we used the white handkerchief that was Gregory and Marta’s wedding favor to clean up.
This would be a great time to tell Gregory that, actually. If I were Lee. So I keep an eye on my fox as Gregory says, “I don’t see how you could have any kind of wedding planned anyway.”
“Oh, well,” Lee says. “There are a few civilized places around.”
“Legally…”
“Oh, boy,” I say. Marta tugs at Gregory’s arm.
“…the precedents have been—stop pulling—have been clearly set. This whole malarkey about it being an equal rights issue is just political posturing bullshit.”
“That’s an interesting take on things.” Lee keeps his voice even.
Gregory points a finger at him. “And any court that finds in favor of this bullshit marriage law is not doing it on legal grounds. They’re doing it to placate you people because you’ve finally started making enough noise that it bothers them.”
I clear my throat. “You mean ‘us people’?” I stand closer to Lee.
“Oh, come on, Dev.” Gregory’s attention is all on me now. “Don’t pretend like this is anything more than…than posturing for attention from the national media. You planned this together, I bet, right?”
I kind of want to punch him, but I can’t do that here, of course. Lee’s whiskers twitch like he’s thinking the same, but he responds smoothly. “None of this was planned, actually. It’s just worked out okay so far.”
“For you.” Gregory snarls down at him. “I know Dev. I knew him all his life, he was always into girls, always! You people say you’re born that way, so how come he never looked at a guy, not once, not until you came along?”
“Sounds like a Families United brochure.” Lee keeps his tone light.
“United family,” Gregory snorts. “Not since you showed up.”
“Honey.” Marta tries to pull him away, but he shrugs her off.
“You know how foxes are,” he says. Cider from his breath spills over both of us.
I put my paw on Lee’s shoulder. “Yeah, I do,” I say. “I don’t think you do.”
“I argued a case against this fox once,” Gregory shakes an unsteady finger at us, “and he tried every lowdown trick to get the case tossed out. But I held on and pinned him down and finally won.”
“Sounds like a fun night out,” Lee says.
“All right,” I say, because Gregory’s eyes are bugging out and I think he might take a swing at Lee in a minute.
“Those Family United people have the right idea,” my brother yells.
Before Lee or I can say anything, my whiskers twitch at a presence behind me, and Lee stiffens. A deep, familiar voice rumbles. “Gregory. Stop it now.”
Gregory’s eyes slide sideways, and he hunches in more. “So you’re on his side too now,” he mumbles.
Dad steps around Lee, staring down at Gregory. “It is Thanksgiving.”
“He’s not family.” Gregory stares stubbornly at Lee.
“He is a guest in our house. And he is important to your brother. You will behave respectfully.”
I exhale. I’d talked to Dad about Lee, he said he was okay, but you never know with Dad. “Okay” could mean a big range of things. But he came over here to take Lee’s side. Or at least, to take my side with him.
Gregory, too, sees where Dad is standing and with whom. “I was respecting the Lord,” he hisses. “Is Devlin?”
Lee, to his credit, is standing up pretty well, despite the cold tones and tension in the large tigers all around him. My father puts a paw on Lee’s shoulder. “His relationship with the Lord is his own business. I suggest you go to bed if you cannot maintain a polite conversation.” He
“Oh, honey.” Marta sounds slightly reproving, but doesn’t take it any further.
I just shrug and grin. “Don’t worry, we don’t have a big wedding planned.”
Lee arches an eyebrow at me. I showed him pictures of Gregory’s wedding last year, which led to an argument about whether I’d take him to a family wedding. After making up, we used the white handkerchief that was Gregory and Marta’s wedding favor to clean up.
This would be a great time to tell Gregory that, actually. If I were Lee. So I keep an eye on my fox as Gregory says, “I don’t see how you could have any kind of wedding planned anyway.”
“Oh, well,” Lee says. “There are a few civilized places around.”
“Legally…”
“Oh, boy,” I say. Marta tugs at Gregory’s arm.
“…the precedents have been—stop pulling—have been clearly set. This whole malarkey about it being an equal rights issue is just political posturing bullshit.”
“That’s an interesting take on things.” Lee keeps his voice even.
Gregory points a finger at him. “And any court that finds in favor of this bullshit marriage law is not doing it on legal grounds. They’re doing it to placate you people because you’ve finally started making enough noise that it bothers them.”
I clear my throat. “You mean ‘us people’?” I stand closer to Lee.
“Oh, come on, Dev.” Gregory’s attention is all on me now. “Don’t pretend like this is anything more than…than posturing for attention from the national media. You planned this together, I bet, right?”
I kind of want to punch him, but I can’t do that here, of course. Lee’s whiskers twitch like he’s thinking the same, but he responds smoothly. “None of this was planned, actually. It’s just worked out okay so far.”
“For you.” Gregory snarls down at him. “I know Dev. I knew him all his life, he was always into girls, always! You people say you’re born that way, so how come he never looked at a guy, not once, not until you came along?”
“Sounds like a Families United brochure.” Lee keeps his tone light.
“United family,” Gregory snorts. “Not since you showed up.”
“Honey.” Marta tries to pull him away, but he shrugs her off.
“You know how foxes are,” he says. Cider from his breath spills over both of us.
I put my paw on Lee’s shoulder. “Yeah, I do,” I say. “I don’t think you do.”
“I argued a case against this fox once,” Gregory shakes an unsteady finger at us, “and he tried every lowdown trick to get the case tossed out. But I held on and pinned him down and finally won.”
“Sounds like a fun night out,” Lee says.
“All right,” I say, because Gregory’s eyes are bugging out and I think he might take a swing at Lee in a minute.
“Those Family United people have the right idea,” my brother yells.
Before Lee or I can say anything, my whiskers twitch at a presence behind me, and Lee stiffens. A deep, familiar voice rumbles. “Gregory. Stop it now.”
Gregory’s eyes slide sideways, and he hunches in more. “So you’re on his side too now,” he mumbles.
Dad steps around Lee, staring down at Gregory. “It is Thanksgiving.”
“He’s not family.” Gregory stares stubbornly at Lee.
“He is a guest in our house. And he is important to your brother. You will behave respectfully.”
I exhale. I’d talked to Dad about Lee, he said he was okay, but you never know with Dad. “Okay” could mean a big range of things. But he came over here to take Lee’s side. Or at least, to take my side with him.
Gregory, too, sees where Dad is standing and with whom. “I was respecting the Lord,” he hisses. “Is Devlin?”
Lee, to his credit, is standing up pretty well, despite the cold tones and tension in the large tigers all around him. My father puts a paw on Lee’s shoulder. “His relationship with the Lord is his own business. I suggest you go to bed if you cannot maintain a polite conversation.” He
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