Chapter 92

“But I wasn’t there,” Tonya went on. “But I’m here now, ain’t I? And I ain’t gonna sugar mouth you, Wiley. You know what your problem is? Do you?”

I grunted.

“I realized this when I read your book,” she said. “Your problem is that you ain’t never forgiven yourself for what happened with Kayla. Taking meth. The birth defects. You’re still whining and carrying on about that, because you ain’t never forgiven yourself for doing that. Know what? Maybe you arethe reason Noah had birth defects. Yeah! It might have been you, sucking on that crack pipe, getting some girl pregnant. You might have every reason in the world to blame your damn self. Why some gay man gonna be having sex with a girl, I’m sure I don’t know. And yeah! Maybe it wasyour fault. Maybe you’re exactly right. But like RuPaul be saying, If you can’t forgive yourself, how the hell are you ever gonna forgive somebody else?”

“I think it’s if you can’t love yourself—”