Inside was bedlam, chaos. The Daniels had lived in this house forever, it seemed to Max. Sam was already holding a bottle of beer and talking to the boys from next door, the McDonalds twins, Hank and Harley; the sons his father should have had. Husky, football oriented, having already slept with every girl in town, or so they had claimed, and thus, of course, perfectly straight. Of course, Sam was straight, but had he even seduced one girl? Sired one child out of wedlock? Oh, hell no. That didn’t help Max much though, too lost in his own misery to care, and what was all this leaving him alone with this—nurse—about? Had Sam snubbed him, too? Or was it just himself. Or was he just in a bad mood because he was here, hungry, and, and, here. There were the neighbors; there was Grandma’s bridge
