to be a group of people that are not accepting. It doesn’t matter where you are. Most people around here will be accepting as long as you aren’t flamboyant with it.”
“In other words, I probably need to keep my lifestyle under wraps. That’s cool. I can handle that. That is pretty much why I’m here anyway.”
Sara shot her a questioning look.
“Someone at my other school found out that I was a lesbian and started a campaign to have me fired. I resigned to save them the trouble.”
“Does Mr. Michaels know about that?”
“I told him that I resigned from my old position for personal reasons. My administrator agreed to back up my story and give me a good reference if I left without a fuss.”
“I just realized that I haven’t even asked you where you’re moving from.”
“I knew that question was coming eventually. I almost hate admitting where I’m from because of the stereotypes. I am coming from Mobile, Alabama. At times I think I am the only lesbian in that backwards little state.”
“That’s Diane standing there on the sidewalk. She sure looks different in a business suit,” Sara said as she parked the car. “She was a goofy kid when we were little.”
“So you have known her a long time?”
“All my life,” Sara smiled.
“I guess I am in good hands then.”
“The best,” Sara replied as she turned the car off.
Sara made the proper introductions as they entered and found a table. The Diner was a family-owned restaurant. It was always busy at lunch time. It did not matter what day it was. There was laughter and voices coming from all sides, dishes clanging in the back, and the waitresses were constantly back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room.
Once they had ordered, Diane did what she did best. She got to know Cynthia. She had a knack for being able to talk with someone for a few minutes and know exactly what type of person he or she was and what kind of house would be perfect. That is what made her one of the best realtors in the state.
While they were eating, Cynthia looked at several pictures of houses. By the time the meal was finished, she and Diane had picked out five places to look at. All of them were rentals. Cynthia had decided it would be best to rent for a while before making a major home purchase.
“I’ll take care of the check,” Diane insisted. “It is a business expense and I can write it off.”
“This is the one!” Cynthia exclaimed as they walked through the third house. “It is absolutely perfect. I have always wanted a large living room. Those windows make it so bright and cheery. The open kitchen is perfect for when I have guests, not that I know anyone in town to entertain. That extra bedroom can be an office or storage. The yard is landscaped so beautifully too. What is this neighborhood like? Are there any other gay people close by”
“Most everyone is around your age. The couple in the house next door is a gay male couple. They have been together about twelve years. I sold them their house almost ten years ago. The owner of this property is Kim Daniels, a lesbian. I really don’t know that much about anyone else. I do know that there is a community pool about 2 blocks from here. Use of it is included in the lease. I think you will like it. Shall we get Kim over here to meet you?”
“Definitely! I really want the house!” Cynthia responded excitedly.
***
Cynthia could hardly contain herself on the drive to Diane’s office. “I am so excited. I never thought I would find a place on the first day. I have you to thank for it.”
“I am really glad things worked out for you today. At least that is one thing that you can put behind you. Once you get the lease papers signed, I am going to have to rush you back to the hotel. I hate too, but…”
“Maybe the paperwork won’t take too long. Would you like to go out after your dinner with your dad? Not like a date or anything. Just too sort of celebrate. I would