Chapter 11

I said, “Mine just drank. Well, my father drank, and Mom went into the bathroom to cry. And sometimes he’d dress up in her nighties, and she’d stomp into the bathroom and cry. I learned how to pee in bushes during those years.”

“Speaking of which, excuse me,” said Sandy. She picked up a carton of tampons from our pile of stuff and walked down the hallway.

“Girls,” Wade sighed, scratching his crotch happily. “I don’t particularly like girls, do you?”