Chapter 49

Serge pointed a finger at me while still glaring at his brother. “Woody is the best of the three of us, the one who overcame a tragedy and a disability to survive in this town. He lives with the stigma of that every day of his life. He’s gay and he doesn’t hide it, and you could learn a thing or two from him. You use alcohol and machismo to cover up the fact that you’re miserable. You owe me and Woody an apology to start with, and that may not ever be enough for what you just did. Asshole.”

Rafe muttered, almost to himself. “I can’t be a faggot. No way. I’m not. I’m straight.”

Serge shook his head in disgust. “You keep telling yourself that while you drink yourself into the grave. You’re disgusting.” He went into the living room to gather his things. “You ready to go, Woody? I’ll stay with you at the cabin tonight, if you don’t mind.”