Chapter 38

But he had. Vincent touched my shoulder. “What did you just say?”

I calmly turned around, though inside, my heart had started to thunder. My brother had quite a temper, and lately, he was easily enraged. “I just—I think that—that kids that age don’t control their bladder the way adults do and that it’s no use getting—”

“Where did you read that? The Gay Globe?” Vincent crossed his arms over his snazzy blue shirt.

“Vincent,” my mother called out, “I’m going to give him a quick bath.”

“Yes, okay, Mom,” Vincent said, keeping his furious eyes on me.

“Why are you being such an asshole?” I asked in a small voice. I only wanted to get my clothes out of the dryer and leave.

“I don’t know, Micah. Why are you trying to tell me how to raise my kid? Hmm?”