d guilt got hold of him,” Winter said, “and it was all downhill after that.”“Didn’t you mention once that he talked about becoming a policeman when he was younger?”“Did I say that?”“That’s how I remember it,” Ringmar said.Winter reached up and brushed the hair back from his forehead, then left his hand on the thick strands that covered his neck. “Maybe when I started at the police academy. Or was thinking about applying.”“Could be.”“It’s been a while.”“Yes.”The ferry trembled as if it had fallen asleep in the calm waters and been jolted awake. Passengers wrapped their coats more tightly around themselves.“He would have been welcome,” Ringmar said.Winter let go of his hair and placed his palms on the table.“I read they’re looking for homosexual police in England,” Ringmar said.“Do they want to take homosexual police and assign them new duties, or train homosexuals to be police?”“Does it make any difference?”“Sorry.”“At least in England they realize that the police force needs to reflect the general population,” Ringmar said.“That makes sense.”“Who knows, maybe we’ll have some gay officers here one of these days.”“Don’t you think we already do?”“Ones who are willing to admit it, I mean.”“After what I saw today,” Winter said, “I’m beginning to think that I would admit it if I were gay.”“Hmm.”“Maybe even before today. Yeah, I’m pretty sure I would have.”“You’re probably right.” Ringmar’s face relaxed.“You shouldn’t have to pretend to be somebody you’re not and carry all that guilt on your own shoulders.”“I’m up to my ears in guilt.”The people by the big windows looked like they didn’t know whether they should burst into song or drown their sorrows in drink.Winter glanced outside as the ferry passed a lighthouse. “What do you
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