‘Why does Scott chant if he’s such a devout Christian?” Phil asked
I didn’t know.
My soul was pained.
I loved Scott but wanted to be fair to the ‘family’.
I suspected Scott’s relationship with me was a ruse to embarrass Phil
and the Charleston chapter of Nichiren Shoshu.
I asked Scott that night as we drove across the Cooper River Bridge to
the Isle of Palms.
“He thinks we’re queer,” Scott said.
I was puzzled by Scott’s reply. “Do you love me?” I asked.
Scott replied. “I love the Lord and the Lord says to love you.”
“Who’s Lord? Why me?”
Scott was precise: “You have the soul of a woman! We are not queer!”
“The Lord says I’m not a man?”
“Jesus says! “
“I know these things,” Scott’s tone was soothing. “Now hush your pretty
mouth and trust me.”
We parked on a secluded road at the Isle of Palms; waves of the Atlantic
Scott reached over and stroked my hair.
“My pretty little Jew boy; Jesus was a Jew boy, I bet he looked like you. They
killed Jesus, didn’t they?”
I was suddenly afraid.
‘Scott, take me home,” I said.
Scott opened the dashboard and smiled: “we gotta make it real is all.”
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