The funeral was a fortnight later on the last day of the month.  Barry, dazed, placed a single rose on Pat's coffin. 

It was a slight comfort, but a comfort nevertheless, that young Jason was among the mourners.  As Barry was about to climb into the limousine, surrounded by friends from Lighthouse (but no relations from either family), young Jason put his arm around Barry's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, Barry.  I didn't know.  I'm sorry."

"Not in a million years," Barry told the chauffeur, "when I was a teenager, would I have been seen putting my arm round an old queer.  That's progress, eh?  There's hope yet."






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