The Peacock 1424

it happened about four years later. I had already moved out with my younger brother Owen. He had come out as gay and even though my parents tried to tamp down their homophobia, since they wanted people at St Jude's to like them, they did next to nothing to hide their disappointment and disapproval from my brother. I defended him and so we found a one bedroom in East Van. That was when a well known abortion provider was attacked in an underground parkade by a man wielding a knife. He survived the assault and there was a police drawing of the alleged suspect. A dead ringer for one of the men in my parents' community. After a couple weeks careful deliberation, I went to the police to identify him. They showed me another drawing of a profile, presumably the same person. It was not the same person. It was my father. Then the shit really hit the fan....