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Chapter 4
A GAY affair

“I THINK I’M GOING TO VOMIT, SHIT!” Daniel shot unexpectedly through the parlour room and stumbled loudly into the guest bathroom.
Donald looked around at the 15 plus congressmen and their wives, trying to sort out if anyone had noticed.
“SHIT! GROSS! UGH!” came muffled from behind the bathroom door.
Glen Miller suddenly boomed from the jukebox Deborah quickly turned on.
A couple wives giggled politely. Banging was now coming from the bathroom.
“I’ll just go see if he’s alright…” Donald apologetically informed his guests as he rose toward the dry heaving that was coming from the other side of the door.
“Dan, everything alright in there?”
The bathroom door flew open and Daniel jumped out from it.
“NO! Does anyone have an awl?” Mrs. Wright thoughtfully opened her purse.
“I just saw Meryl Stanfo…”
Mr. Stanford rose at the mention of his daughter’s name.
Daniel grimaced and caught himself, leaned toward his father, trying ever so calmly not to scream and whispered through his clenched teeth.
“I just saw Meryl fucking Stanford’s fucking bare snatch and now I have to go gauge my eyes out.”
This is when the Lambert’s should have questioned Daniel and his sexual preferences.

“WHAT!?” Deborah yelled at James, “Oh No, silly girl,” Don cautiously took a hold of one of Deborah’s shoulders.
“Daniel does not know your brother, would not even dare be friends with your brother, is not, will not ever talk to your brother!”
“Oh, but they don’t just talk...” James began but was cut off by Deborah’s curt, wild scream and wailing arms. Lily clapped.
Deborah suddenly sank to the floor and put her face in her hands.
“I’m sorry,” she slurred through her snorts, “I’m not usually violent.”
Donald nestled down beside her and offered a handkerchief.
James looked at Basil who kneeled and touched her shoulder before he turned to his mother.
“Are you trying to imply that Daniel is a homosexual?” Don asked.
Deborah blew her nose loudly.
“Didn’t you already know?” James knitted her dark brows.
Quite abruptly, a memory came to Deborah.

It was December 15th, about 17 years ago. Deborah was wearing a mink coat and a black mini dress. Her mother had bought her the coat as an early Christmas present. It was entirely impractical since Louisiana was hardly the place to need a fur coat, but Debbie loved to wear it around the house. She remembered noting what an interesting brown it was, not quite as dark as chocolate but not quite as light as caramel. She loved that it was short, perfect for showing off her little bump. Her favourite thing to do in the morning was to wear the coat and admire her changing profile in the full length mirror in the upstairs closet. Danny always picked out her shoes. On this particular morning he had brought her red paten leather pumps.
“How does your mother look Danny?”
“Fabulous.”
She knew as soon as baby Dwight was born she’d wear this out to dinner.

“Oh my God,” Deborah sat up straight as a plank, “Daniel is a homosexual.”