A cop informed me that my son was both homosexual and dead. Shot at a bar he had apparently haunted.
“Will you accept the body?” the cop asked.
A thousand bats’ wings pulsed inside me before I said “No.”
A cop informed me that my son was both homosexual and dead. Shot at a bar he had apparently haunted.
“Will you accept the body?” the cop asked.
A thousand bats’ wings pulsed inside me before I said “No.”