Chapter 14

The rest of the hour-long drive north on 95 to Fredericksburg might as well have been in Antarctica.

None of which helped Jamey understand quite how he felt about Henry. But he did realize when he turned off Three Chopt onto Patterson, driving in the relentless rain, that being gay was just as much a matter of the heart as it was of the body.

Maybe I’ve got the wrong heart, the wrong body. Maybe Mama is right and God is telling me that with all this rain and the lightning.

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October 15, Thursday morning

Prruk-prruk-prruk.

Henry jerked awake and sat up, looking wildly around the room. Prruk-prruk-prruk. A bird sounded as if it were inside somewhere. No bird. He scrambled around trying to find his watch: there, on top of the still-damp clothes he had peeled off after Jamey had dropped him off. I’m late, I’m late, I’m late.Henry grabbed a T-shirt off the floor and sniffed it—clean enough. His underwear, jeans, socks, socks—shoes, shoes, where were his shoes?