Lee slid a reassuring arm about Marshall's shoulder. Marshall appreciated that he didn't try to make light of his fears, or treat him like a child, but as an equal. Neither did he sweep the unpleasant subject under the rug and out of sight. Lee was one who faced things head on and dealt with them.
"Keep looking," he said to Roy, who nodded. "We don't even know we have a reason to worry. There's no reason to think she even saw that video, but we can't be too careful, either. I'd feel a whole lot more comfortable if we could get that thing pulled off the Internet. Is there a way of finding out who posted it?"
"Probably, but I'm afraid we'll draw more attention to ourselves if we put up a fuss about it," Roy replied, "then if we do nothing."
"Well, one good thing," Marshall spoke up.
"What's that?"
"She can't come to Burnham without sticking out like a sore thumb."
"Isn't that the truth," Roy agreed.
Lee hugged Marshall close before he kissed him, then rose to his feet. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I need to check on dinner." He headed toward the back of the house. Marshall rose too.
"Need to start the macaroni and cheese, get it done."
"I'll come with," Roy said amiably, reaching for his bottle. He followed Marshall into the kitchen and watched him start a pot of water to boil.
"Roy, did you ever meet her?" Marshall found he couldn't seem to not think about her, so gave up the effort.
