Chapter 41: Dan On Alert
No one says anything at first—there’s nothing really to say. I lean back into Dan’s touch and frown at the floor, resisting the urge to meet anyone’s eye, particularly Caitlin’s. I can feel her gaze on me, weighing me down, willing me to look at her and I won’t. Because if I do, I’ll see the laughter bubbling within her, I’ll smile myself, she’ll giggle, and all hell will break loose. Ray calling me a faggot is nothing to laugh about. There’s nothing funny with my mom comparing him to me in everything he says and does. But the image of his jiggling ass through those thin boxers as he stormed out of here, that’s worth a laugh or two, and his damp front where he spilled the milk, and the way Trevor kept picking on him, Trevor of all people, barely five years old and
