There Goes The Neighborhood

From the current issue of Touchstone comes this piece on an evangelical family and the lesbian neighbors who move in across the street. It begins with the new neighbor girl inviting herself over to play, telling all the kids about lesbianism, and then begging them not to tell their parents.
“Why not?”
“Because then she won’t be able to go yell at my Mom until tomorrow, so we can be friends for the rest of today.”
My kids looked at each other. Here, finally, was a topic my son completely understood.
“Um, listen,” he said to the new girl. “I don’t know much about lesbians, but I know my mother. She is not going to go yell at your mother.”
“But she won’t let us be friends.”
“Why not? The girl who used to live in your house—her parents were divorced, and divorce isn’t a good thing, either, but we were friends with her anyway. And my mother was friends with her mother.”
“It isn’t the same thing. Everybody gets divorced—I mean, like duh, my parents are divorced. It’s not a big deal. But nobody likes lesbians.” We live, mind you, in the left-leaning, religion-shunning Pacific Northwest.
And goes from there. It's not so long and bears some reflection all the way around. RTWT, and stick through to the last line.