Guthrie Eagan was lonely and bitter. His choice of employment, so far all he could get, was a garbage man. He wasn’t happy, hadn’t been for a long time. He didn’t like the way people in general looked down on him. He’d always believed that a job doing honest work was something to be proud of, regardless of what it was. But when people put you down, teenagers called you names and you were either ignored or ridiculed, it hurt. Big time.
The only bright spot he could think of was the distraction of Micah Davenport. A man living on his route. But, Guthrie had seen the man’s family. A wife, a small son and a baby daughter. A straight man with a lovely home, white picket fence and all. What Guthrie wouldn’t give to find a gay man that looked like Micah. It was during a long interval with no trash from Micah’s home that changed everything. But Guthrie didn’t know if he had the courage to do anything about it.