I had my own dreams, which included a husband and a farm full of little rug-rats running around. Dad laughed when I told him. Elaina had smacked his shoulder and lectured him about being gay in the twenty-first century and how it didn’t mean I couldn’t have those things like everyone else. Dad stumbled over apologies for a month. He’d always done his best to be accepting of my sexuality—even though some people in town weren’t.
