He was at Coles when he realised he didn't love his husband anymore. They had met at university through the Queer Department's annual disco – he'd spotted Dan in the soft light of the dance floo ... [+]
The bell rang. Enzo gave his parents a quick hug and ran to take his place in the line. There was no doubt that this was going to be the best day of his life: at last he was going to secondary school and, what was far better, to the Leonardi School of Dramatic Art. What Enzo had always dreamed of. His teacher, a man about thirty years old, came up to the line and motioned to the pupils to follow him. Soon the first years stopped in front of a large door, similar to the doors in cinema studios with the same red light and the illuminated "On Stage" sign. When both lights went out, they entered.