“So much for wise thinking,” I interjected.
“Exactly,” he responded. “And f**k you very kindly.”
“So what do you really think of our new young friend?” I asked.
Sparkle sighed and finished his drink with a hard gulp. “Well, hard to say, really. I mean, I was glad that he opened up to me and all. See, apparently, there are no young gay counselors at the shelter. And I did end the day with a huge respect for the kid’s willpower and determination, but, still, I just don’t know; I’m not exactly a role model, you know. I just hope that I can do some good for him, because I’ve never met anyone who could use a break more than Peter could. Anyway, the sixty hours should go by fast and then…”
“And then what?” I wondered, aloud. I mean, how do you leave a kid in that kind of situation?
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