Chapter 6Later that night Preacher sat at the table eating a sandwich that was about as appetizing as cardboard. Even though he’d only left Rocco a few hours ago he missed him so much he hurt inside. He had to smile when he recalled the day they first met. He remembered Rocco’s smart mouth, and how it had turned him off at first. But now he loved his wayward tongue and thought it was not only cute, but funny. Hell, maybe he was crazy, he didn’t know. And to think that he might have lost him due to his stupidity gave him chills. How could he have been so unthinking?
Before he met Rocco he never thought he would have a problem like this. He’d heard the term ‘queer’ all his life, and hated it. It was a terrible term that the unfeeling people of this world slapped on those who were different
