Chapter 10

Fine.

Maybe it did.

But I couldn’t stick around for that part. “I’ll call you this week,” I muttered, walking backwards to the door.

“How’s the new place?” my dad asked, stopping me from leaving.

“Great.”

“And how’s Jack doing?” But I knew my old man was only being polite. He didn’t care a thing for Jack. He thought Jack was too flamboyant. Too gay. Too effeminate.

To Dad, it was all right to be gay if no one else in the world knew about it. According to my father, there were two types of gay men: the gays and the fags

Myself, I thought that was complete homophobic bullshit.

“Jack’s all right,” I said. Funny how saying Jack’s name set my pulse racing. “He was promoted last week. He’s the manager there now.” I was proud of Jack. It wasn’t the most prestigious job in the world, but he worked so hard every day. He definitely deserved that promotion and the little raise that came with it. He was the best sales man the Uomo Nuevo store had ever had.