Chapter 23“So, how ya doin’ today, Shel?”
Once a week. Almost six months. The same opening line.
“Great, Jon.”
“School’s winding up for the year, isn’t it?”
“Yep. Not long ‘fore I can be she 24/7. Bye-bye Bloody British Boys’ School. No more pretending.”
Jon knew that already. He liked to ease into the hard stuff. Every time we talked, I upchucked hard stuff constantly. I spilled my guts about school. I hated that phony English boys’ school crap. I didn’t wanna be there. Tried not to stick out. Ached to be me while being a he.
Jon made me see good things in my life. I told him about living with Sarge and Will. And how much I loved Estrella. Jon, who didn’t talk much, didn’t react to my saying how fast I’d gotten so comfortable with Sarge and Will. With everything ripped out from unde
