The nights were definitely the worst. Lying in his bed, unable to sleep, Joey would replay all that had happened, desperately wishing he could turn back the clock and do things differently. Why the hell hadn’t he done the right thing? He was meant to be Kevin’s rock, his protector, the one whom Kevin was supposed to be able to rely on. And what had he done when the first real test of their relationship had come along? Terry had been right. He’d f*****g done a runner, taken the easy way out. Why the hell hadn’t he had the courage to stand up to his mother? If he’d have only told her that, yes, of course, he’d look after Simon, nothing would give him greater pleasure, but she would have to realise her only son was gay, a feygele, and was in love with the sweetest, kindest little bloke in the
