“He’s just scared,” I pointed out.
Jackson dabbed at my lip.
“At least you got to meet the family,” I said. 40: Not the Waltons
“Would you mind explaining what the hell that was all about?” Jackson asked on the drive home.
“We’re not the Waltons,” I admitted.
“Your brother is a homophobic piece of crap!”
“Among other things.”
“It’s not a joke, Wiley!”
“Welcome to the South.”
“I couldn’t believe the things he was saying.”
“He was being nice, too,” I pointed out. “It’s usually a lot worse.”
“Why?”
“You ever gone to a Baptist church?” I asked.
“No.”