right.â
âDoes this give you pleasure, Joe?â
âYou had the world at your fingertips, and you threw it away. For what? Another man? A Jew and a reporter, at that! And you brought my daughter down with you. Youâll never be forgiven.â
David faced him. âFor what? For hurting your daughter or for damaging your career? Isnât that where all this self-righteous furyâs coming from? This has been tough to explain. You were grooming me to replace you, even though I always told you I wasnât interested. Now, suddenly, you have a gay son-in-lawââ
âNot for long, I donât.â
âWell then, the father of your grandchildren is a gay man. Thatâs not going to change with the divorce. Newt had to explain his lesbian sister. During your next campaign youâll have to explain me. And thatâs whatâs killing you. You didnât see it coming. You canât hide that.â
âOh, I can explain about you, all right. You and your kind are everywhere. Hiding behind decent women. Sneaking into positions of power. Iâll tell people even I was fooled, that they should look closer at everybody they know and root out the sinners!â
David was appalled. Joeâs stance against homosexuality was well-known, but David had never heard this kind of hate-filled rhetoric from his father-in-law. âYouâve gone off the deep end. That could cost you an election, but maybe thatâs a good thing.â
âStay away from my daughter, and stay away from mygrandchildren! If they need anything, Iâll see that theyâre taken care of.â
âI will see my children,â David said. âSoon. Thereâs not a court in this nation that will prevent that from happening. And Iâll find a job and help support them. Meantime, Iâd advise you to take a good look at Faith. Sheâs determined to do this her way, and she isnât going to let either of us stop her. So ease up.â
âMay I be struck dead on the day I take advice from you.â
Continuing was pointless. David left the senator gazing at the door that separated him from his daughter.
Out on the street, he opened the front door of Hamâs sedan and slid into the passenger seat. He didnât speak.
âAre you going to leave the Accord parked on the road?â Ham asked.
David nodded.
âIt didnât go well, did it?â
David glanced at him. Ham wore a tattered blue sports shirt and khaki shorts. He owned two ties, which he alternated when he had to, one sportscoat and an expensive tuxedo for the occasional White House dinner. His Dupont Circle apartmentâwhich David sharedâwas furnished in Danish modern, contemporary art and whatever papers and books Ham dropped in piles on the floor.
Ham had announced he was gay in junior high school, lived through his parentsâ dismay and settled back into a loving relationship with them. The Steins had no qualms about Davidâs sex, only that he was a Christian and a conservative.
Davidâs heart still sped up whenever Ham caught his eye.
âItâs never going to go well,â David said.
âDid you see your children?â
âI didnât even get inside.â
âYou have the right to see them. If you continue to avoid it, the reunionâs going to be even harder.â Ham started the engine and pulled out, turning around at the end of the cul-de-sac to get back to the main road.
David wondered if the day would ever come when he couldshare his childrenâs lives again, a day when he could even introduce them to Ham.
He remembered the expression on Joe Hustonâs face and knew that if the senator had anything to say about it, David himself would become a stranger.
âIâm going to arrange a visit.â David leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. âBut I can guarantee they wonât be ready for it.â
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