ies, 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 say we go out on deck and greet the big city?” he asked.“It’s cold out there,” Ringmar said.“I need some fresh air.”“I understand.”“Are you sure about that?”“Don’t try my patience, Erik.”***The day was gray and about to lose its freshness. The car deck had the muted glint of coal, and the cliffs su
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