Chapter 5

Because Crissy had driven over to Joanne’s parents’ house, Joanne didn’t have to take her home. They spent a few minutes in the driveway, though, Joanne’s hand under Crissy’s shirt, cupping one firm breast as they kissed goodbye. Patting down her disheveled hair, Crissy giggled as she hurried over to her own car. With a lingering smile, Joanne watched her leave, then climbed out of her Corolla.

When she turned around, Michael was sitting on the porch swing, watching.

“How long have you been there?” Joanne snapped, slamming her car door shut.

The lit end of a cigarette winked at her from the darkness. “Long enough,” her brother said

Sudden anger flooded Joanne. “Does Mom know you smoke?”

“Does Dad know you’re gay?” Michael retorted.