“Dad, there’s something I need to tell you.”
“Oh, what is it son? Could you pass the chips please.”
“Sure dad, here you go.”
“Thanks son.”
“I’m not quite sure how to tell you this dad, .. I’m.. a… I’m.. I’m gay.”
“Oh.”
“That’s it, oh?”
“Well I knew that already.”
“You did? How did you know?”
“Well son, you never dated a girl, you hate sports, you go to musicals and ballets with your ‘friend Stan’. I mean son you’re a florist and part time hairdresser. And I’m not stupid ya know.”
“I know dad you’re a rocket scientist, but still I thought I hid it well. You’re upset aren’t you dad? That’s why I wanted to tell you here at the beach where its crowded so you wouldn’t make a scene.”
“Son, it’s ok, I won’t make a scene if you won’t.”
“Why would I make a scene, dad?”
“Well son, there’s something I need to tell you.”
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