Chapter 7

His father spat at him?

“But Mama put her foot down. It was the first time she ever stood up to him, as far as I know. ‘If he goes, I go, too, and I won’t come back,’ she said and shocked the shit out of all of us, but mostly Dad.”

“Wow.” Mrs. Eldin has always given me the impression of being a quiet little mouse, and it’s difficult to imagine her standing up to that big hulk she calls a husband.

“I know. I didn’t think she had it in her.”

“I’m glad she did it.”

I can’t apprehend what it must be like growing up surrounded by such bigotry. My own family has always accepted me; my swishy manners, my tendency to babble without thinking, the way I can’t stop crying when my sister forces me to watch Disney movies with her, and my complete lack of interest in anything sports related unless it features guys in verytight pants. Or half-naked. Half-naked is good, too.