“Oh, yeah,” Erika said. “A minute ought to do it.”
“We have to say yes,” Tom Alan told her.
“Wedo? You don’t even live at the house anymore.”
“I’ll be back…probably…when Milo is.”
“Well, thanks for letting me know.”
“What if your parents had said no to me thirteen years ago?”
“The situation is hardly the same; Jesse has a loving home. He can’t just go running away from school the minute someone says something to him he doesn’t like.”
“That’s bullcrap, Kiki. We don’t know about his home life. Not really. How good can it be if he’s so eager to leave it?”
“He said his grandmo—”
“And I’m sure whatever was said to him—maybe even by a teacher—was a little more homophobic…transphobic, I mean…than ‘Blue really isn’t your color, Jesse.’”