J-- leaned forward, turning the coffee shop booth into a very intimate place. He had dirt on H--’s new man and couldn’t wait to share it. “Get this,” he said, “the guy did three months for assault.”

     I sipped my tea, and tried to play it cool. “What’s the story?”

     J-- leaned back, creating a world of space. “He beat up a priest.”

     “Sounds like a real Prince Charming,” I said. “The guy should’ve been executed.”

     “He didn’t know it was a priest,” J-- told me. “It was Halloween.”

     I put down my tea cup and digested that information. I picked up my bran muffin and nibbled its b...

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