Chapter 67

“I was crying and bratty…He came over to get me.”

Milo gasped.

“No. I mean, my chichidid—Otousan,” Tom Alan said, still a little amazed. “If the creep hit me, I don’t remember that. Maybe that day a good thing erased the bad stuff in my head. That’d be good. So, Papa knocked right on the ding dang door, man! All, ‘I’m here to pick up your son.’ And I’m sure it wasn’t that easy, unless the creep didn’t want to make a scene, or he figured that he’d get me later.

“Anyway, ‘I don’t want to go home,’ I say at the end of the day. ‘Why not?’ Mr. Tsuchino…Nobuo asks. ‘I just wanna skate—all day—every day!’ I say. He asked me if that was all there was to it. ‘I can’t tell you,’ I said. That’s the first thing they do, the abusers…”

“Tell you not to tell,” Milo said, strumming Tom Alan’s ear like a guitar string.