CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-THREE
“You are a complicated person,” Agent Rodriguez said.
“Okay,” Blane said.
“Abandoned as a child,” Agent Rodriguez said.
“That doesn’t have anything to do with me,” Blane said. “You should ask my biological mother about that.”
Agent Rodriguez looked at him again. After a minute, she continued.
“Foster care, street kid,” Agent Rodriguez said. “In and out of trouble — prostitution, drug possession, vagrancy. Taken in by the Marlowe-Lipson clan.”
“My father was Sam Lipson’s brother,” Blane said. “I wasn’t ‘taken in’ by the Marlowe-Lipson clan. My family found me, saved me. If you think anything else, you clearly haven’t spoken to any member of my family.”
Agent Rodriguez made a point of writing that in the file. Blane stifled the urge to roll his eyes.
“Gourmet Chef,” Agent Rodriguez said. “Worked as a personal secretary to this Jacob Marlowe. He a lover of yours?”
“Cousin,” Blane said. “Brother.”
“Which is it?” Agent Rodriguez asked.
“Both,” Blane said defiantly.
Agent Rodriguez fell silent again. After a moment, she continued.
“And now you’re an acupuncturist,” Agent Rodriguez said. “Married to Heather. Father of two. And yet you identify as gay.”
Blane didn’t respond.
“It’s quite a history,” Agent Rodriguez said.
“Okay,” Blane said.
“That’s all you have to say?” Agent Rodriguez asked. “Okay?”
“It is what it is,” Blane said. “I had a rough start. I’ve had a variety of careers before finding a passion. My wife and I have made choices for ourselves and our lives that included the choice of having two children.”
“She doesn’t mind that you’re gay?” Agent Rodriguez asked.
“That’s really between us, isn’t it?” Blane asked. “You don’t really care what I do or don’t do in my private life. You just want to rattle me and you think pressing on my sexuality will do it.”
Blane shook his head.
“It will not,” Blane said. “I am what I am. She is what she is. We love each other deeply. We love our children deeply. We have made our choices based on our love for each other. From that came two children. It seems likely that someday we’ll have more. But Wyn is not a year old.”
Agent Rodriguez didn’t respond.
“I like children,” Blane said. When Agent Rodriguez still didn’t respond, he added, “Do you?”
“Do I what?” Agent Rodriguez asked.
“Like children?” Blane asked.
Agent Rodriguez looked at Blane for a long moment.
“Are you telling us that you are a pedophile, Mr.… uh … I see you go by Lipson now?” Agent Rodriguez said.
Blane leaned back in his chair.
“That seemed to get to you,” Agent Rodriguez said.
“Disrespect is ugly,” Blane said. “You want me to be ashamed of being gay. I am not. You want me to be ashamed of being left by my mother. I am not. You want me to feel like my love for my wife is somehow wrong and filthy because it doesn’t fit within your limited understanding of love. It is not.”
The agent looked irritated. But once started, Blane continued.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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