"Well, uh, I ... uh ..."
"Edwina, they slept in the same bed. They had sex in the presence of each other. Now what are the chances that any man you know, having multiple women in bed that are sanctioned by the law, would not have sex with more than one at a time? Would that be zero? That's what I get. And there would certainly be touching among the women. They didn't have California King Size beds back then. They had sex together, and the women were most likely involved in the act."
"Now take the rich, like King David. He has a whole lot of wives. Assuming he had relations with one every day, that's a lot of days for each one with no sex. Or maybe it wasn't. They probably all share quarters, and things happen. That's why there is no specific prohibition against it. God knew what was going to happen. He didn't give any direction against it because He knew it was a necessary thing to provide for the widows and plural wives. And no man then would make a law to prohibit what men almost universally desire. That's why there is no specific prohibition in the Bible against lesbian relations."
Edwina, for the first time in ages, was speechless.
Rev. Mann continued, "I was taught in seminary to go with what Jesus stressed the most when there is doubt about a passage. In this case, I think I would go with love. God is love. Jesus is love. I'm not here to tell you want to think, but I am here to provide insight. What, in the terms of your old Sunday School teacher, would Jesus do?"
Edwina started to answer, but Rev. Mann held up his hand. "It's a rhetorical question, Edwina. You only have to answer it to yourself. I'm half your age, and I've answered that question to myself almost every day. Maybe your Sunday School teacher had that one right. I've gotten to know your family now and their friends, Edna and Adam. They seem like loving people, and they believe in a God who loves them. Can you at least think about what we spoke about today?"
A very conflicted Grandma Edwina replied, "I'll think about it, Pastor," as she shook the younger man's hand and departed.
She never apologized to Alice, Mary or Luann, but from then on she was at least civil to them. They didn't know, but when a few of her friends got on about them, she actually defended Mary. She still cringed when she saw her daughter kiss or hug Edna, though. Some habits die hard.
Alice, sweet Alice, dug the knife deeper when Grandma wouldn't make it up to Mary. One day she sat her mother down at the kitchen table and poured her a cup of coffee. Sure, Grandma had seen Alice kiss Edna, but nothing about it was ever spoken between mother and daughter about it.
As they began to sip, she said, "Mom, there's something I've been meaning to tell you for the past couple of decades. Adam and I have been having sex with Edna and Adam, and lately, I've been having sex with her, too. It's all consensual among all parties, of course, so there's no cheating, so to speak. I just thought you would want to know."
Alice got up from the table, took a sip of her coffee and said as she left the kitchen, "Nice chat, Mom."
Edwina sat there with her cup half an inch from her lips for five minutes, frozen in place and silent. In the old days, she would have given Alice a tongue-lashing of heroic proportion. That day, she just found herself reflecting on her conversation with Rev. Mann. She didn't like what she had heard from her daughter, and she knew that Alice was rubbing it in her face, but for the first time in memory, she held her tongue.
Sometimes, that's enough.