“‘Cause they’re perverts, you moron!”
“Keep it down, boys,” I said. “Noah needs to sleep.”
“Aren’t you afraid of going to hell?” Eli asked earnestly.
“It can’t be any worse than working at Food World,” I said.
“But why would you want to go to hell?”
“I don’t.”
“But you’re a homosexual.”
“That’s right. I am.”
“But what is it? Is it like having long hair or something?”
“A homo is a queer,” Josh said. “They like guys instead of girls. It’s gross.”
“Am I gross?” I asked.
“No,” he said, failing to see my point.
“But you just said I was gross.”
“Homos are gross,” he said.
“Well, I’m a homo…”
“Not a realone. You’re just…Uncle Wiley. That’s all. Anyway, why are you a homo?”
“I got lucky,” I said.
“Is Jack your boyfriend?” Eli asked, still trying to puzzle the whole mystery out.
“Yes,” I said.
“Like my mom and my dad?”
“Yes,” I said. “It’s like that. We’re going to get married someday. Maybe.”