Just Rosalie

Homophobia

"THERE'S SO MANY of them."
A woman, with salt and pepper hair, and glasses on the bridge of her nose, said.
"Don't be a homophobe, Velma."
Her friend beside her scolded. But it was true. They hadn't seen so many lesbians in town in about seven years. And they seemed to be the same bunch from before.
Velma scoffed and shook her head.
"Do they travel in groups or something? I only see one boy and his pretty girlfriend. All the rest seem to be carpet munchers."
"Leave them be. They'll be gone before you know it. And you know how the town's getting. Gillian's daughter has been roaming around with the boyish girl all year."
Esma clutched her purse against her chest. Even with age, she'd never allowed any of her grandkids to turn out like that.
"It's bringing a bad reputation to the town. All these girls and boys thinking that they're gays and lesbians. It's disgusting."
"There's nothing we can do about it."
Velma smiled wickedly.
"We'll see, Esma. Where there's a will, there is a way."
They looked at their own grandkids skating around the rink. Velma didn't appreciate that group encouraging such behaviour, especially since she'd made it her mission to make sure her own daughter would not continue along that path.