"Emily Nash," she said as she answered the phone. "Why, yes, I'm with him now, would you like to speak to him?" It's Sarah," she mouthed to me while s...e listened."Yes, I understand. Well, actually I really don't understand, but I can follow your reasoning even though I know it is flawed and I am as happy as I have ever been," she continued.She gave me a little smile then and continued to listen."Sarah," she said with some irritation, "It would be much easier if you just told him this. I don't. He nods with a smile, then asks me: do you go to Prague? I answered yes. He kindly asks me if I can give him a ride, I answer yes without hesitating. So I look at him better, from sitting he doesn't look very tall, he's very long blond hair with a ponytail and green eyes, he's very effeminate and doesn't even have a shadow of beard, he is really a beautiful little boy. We get on my station wagon and get back on the highway in the direction of Prague. We talk about the usual boring things, work,. Ask for Vicki." Yes, Ma'am." I like that. Nice attitude. Wear some clothing, for Christ's sake." Got it." Let's go."I sat there on the stretcher, in my briefs, feet on the floor, and wondered if the entire family had some form of insanity. I was just reaching the conclusion that I didn't actually mind, when the tent flap opened again, and Steph rushed back in."Paul. Hey, Honey." Hiya. Everything alright?" Ah, not exactly, no. God, you look delicious like that, though." What's wrong?" It's. And he’s a Republican, but I repeat myself,” Devin pointed out, making us all laugh now.“So, what’s his name and how do you plan to give us grandkids? I don’t have any problem with you being gay, honey. Trust me on that. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly lighthearted.“Sheriff Mervyn Spancill. Don’t ask me how he got that name. Ever since the Dubliners recorded that song, he’s had.