But Tate took a moment. “Leslie, here’s the way I see your character. Every Southern town has one.” “One what?” I was truly perplexed. “That man who is married with five children, but everybody ‘knows.’” “Knows what?” I asked. Tate looked at me like I should know. He turned away and began to deal with another problem. And then it hit me. The town sissy. That’s what I was playing. The town sissy. Well, I thought, that shouldn’t be a stretch.
