Kevin nods, measuring the beer left in his bottle by eye. Not enough.

"Real bigots," he says, "racist, sexist, real nice Southern-Baptist folk all across the board. 'Course, they don't talk about this in front of anyone they could hurt by it. Needless to say, they ain't met nor heard of Yoko yet."

"Doesn't mean I'm ashamed or afraid of it, or needin' their permission... but I dunno how someone raised by people like that could give the kids what they need." A little, dry laugh, "Then there's explainin' why they only have one set'a grandparents, 'cause fuck if I'm putting them through that shit."