Chapter 7
Adam studied the graffiti on the side of his café, trying not to let the sorrow and frustration overwhelm him.
Homos Go Away had been spray-painted in bright blue on the wall. He glanced over at the wall of St. Jude’s Floral Shop and read the words spray-painted there, God Hates Fags.
“This is f****d up,” Galaxy said, from beside him. He’d insisted on coming to view the damage with Adam. His hand rested on the small of Adam’s back.
“Yeah, it is. Not the first time though.”
“No?”
“First time was about six months ago. Didn’t happen again, so I guess we thought it was just an isolated incident.”
Jude approached from his building, his hands shoved into the pocket of his jeans, a hooded sweatshirt, hood up over his hair. “Hi, Galaxy. Nice to see you again. Even under these circ
