“They’re saving up to drive down to Florida. They’re almost there, Adam says…just gas and incidentals. They’ll sleep in Kick’s van. Anyway, Kick’s a nervous kind of guy, so, Adam said he had to call and warn him before he drives up and sees what’s happening out there.”
“Maybe we should head down and see if we can…keep things in order?”
“Maybe. Though I hate the thought of you putting on clothes.”
* * * *
There was a group of about twenty people outside with signs showing various slogans, all pretty much claiming God wanted all gays dead. “What’s the difference between a Christian radical and one from another religion?”
“This a joke?” Ridley asked.
“Not even close.”
“Excuse me. I’d like to get in.” A tall, spindly teenager with a guitar slung across his back was surrounded by the gro
