Aurelia extended a consoling hand, resting it on Spencer's shoulder. "I came from a family where loving someone like Saul would've been utterly unacceptable. He was something we did not believe in or agree with. If my people had a doctrine, a fisherman's son would be the most off-limits thing in the entire world. To them he was a lesser, baser creature, possibly even less than human. Even though, by the time I met him I was no more a part of that life, I still held onto it for longer than I'm proud of. I knew that there was nothing with feeling the way I did, nothing holding me back but myself and my own hang-ups. But I still held back because I was ashamed and foolish for it. I understand your friend, I understand being afraid to go after something you might want but dare not to even thing about. Even if you friend is straight, though we don't have that word in Ondore no, I can relate. If he is attracted to you but ashamed, then he's wrong and I hope he realizes that in less time than it took me."
Saul allowed her to finish and then decided that the conversation was getting dreary, and it was reflecting on Spencer's face. "You said you did not want to think about him. Do you not want to see him? Perhaps you could invite him here? I was not invited, Aurelia just brought me. And If you do not want to do that, what would you like to talk about? Tell us more about America, what do they eat? Do they all dress like you? Do they sound like you? Tell us of your friends."
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