Cleaning Crew

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Frank raised a hand. “Children, children. Please! I will scrub the Grout. (It’s the least I can do to make amends),” he added, in an aside with a wink to Robert.
“Wait for me, honey!” Sheba called, tripping after him. They went out arm in arm. At the door Sheba looked back and sang, “‘We are family. I got all my sisters with me’” in falsetto. Frank joined in.
On the way out of the church they passed several guests with disgusted looks and the nervous priest, who was stuffing his leaflets into a wastebasket. “Do you know what’s going on out there?” he asked. “Condoning same-sex union ceremonies is a pretty recent development for our church, you know. I mean, we don’t want to seem as if we’re flaunting it or something. Some people might misinterpret—”
“Relax—it’s under control,” said Frank, breezing by.

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