Gale Nash sat down at the kitchen table, still fuming, madder than Brandon had seen her since the day he and his brothers killed one of Grandpa Taylor’s goats with a potato gun.
Not even Sasha, who adored his mom, was brave enough to come into the kitchen with the agitated woman. She wisely chose to take a nap on her doggie bed.
“What kind of mother disowns a sweet boy like that just because he’s gay? I’d like to get that b***h alone in a room for about ten minutes, just enough time to put the fear of God into her.”
“Mother!”
“Save it, Brandon. I’m not saying anything you haven’t heard before. A woman like that doesn’t deserve a son like Nathan.”
“From what Nate has told me, I think it was mostly his father’s decision. I believe his mother and brother probably just go along with what
