Chapter Twelve
Jude
“Working for a grocery store isn’t much to brag about. A lot of people think it’s low-class.” Max sighed.
“It’s a job, and there is nothing wrong with it.”
“Maybe to most people, but all the gay guys at the party we just left look down their noses at people like me.” Max sipped his coffee, then took a bite of pie. I noticed his fingers trembling and when he went to place the fork down it missed the plate and fell next to it on the table.
“Maybe those guys will respect me more when I own the grocery store, instead of…”
“Max,” I breathed. “Most of us struggle through life, and I can virtually guarantee that those guys at the party have problems too. Often people paste on a fake smile, or buy expensive clothes to cover up what is happening on the inside.”
“Well, I’v
