After parting from Karyn I hurried home eager to get there as quickly as possible. Aside from not wanting to risk losing the stone, being out of the house as I currently was always made me anxious. To distract myself I racked my brain trying to think of a solution to Karyn’s problem, but kept coming up short.
As I reached the top of my street I glanced up to see one of my neighbours walking his dog in the opposite direction, so stepped aside to let them passed. As he did so, the old man, Mr Saunders gave me a dirty look and under his breath sneered “Pervert.”
I shook my head and carried on my way, used to similar reactions from some who knew my family’s choice of lifestyle. Most of our neighbours were aware of it in some shape or form, but most didn’t mind so long as we didn’t parade it around, and those that did mostly kept their opinions to themselves. Mr Saunders on the other hand, who lived three doors down anyway, was openly hostile, frequently making glib remarks if he encountered us out and about. We were used to it, but it still annoyed me that he had an attitude problem. After all, why did it matter that we were a family of...
