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BACKSTORY Ch. 8: Post-Production (page 3) by Emmet |
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I released the brakes and drove carefully the remaining blocks to Grace’s house. She thanked me for the ride, then turned and said, “Oh, wait! What I was trying to say before… I just think that if you had the meeting somewhere…besides school, like say, at your house, I think it would be less embarrassing for some people…to join.” I think that was when things began to change, really, but I suppose there are many moments along the way that I can pinpoint and say, here, here, here’s where things changed. She seemed gung ho about the GSA, and I wondered if there was something personal to her enthusiasm, but ruled it out quickly. After knowing June and Sal and all their friends, I knew lesbians. And Grace was no lesbian. At my house? I thought. “At my house?” I said. “Yeah, Teachers do stuff like that all the time. Well, not all the time. But Mr. Walsh had the film festival at his house last year.” I wasn’t sure. But I liked the idea of Grace being in my house. But that was another inadmissible thought. But why not? I mean, she had a good point, it wasn’t about me, it was about kids dealing with a difficult issue and making it easier for them. I put up flyers with my address the next day. |
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