There were about fifteen or so of the guys in the house. I tried to tune them out while I made Madeline her sandwich. I didn’t want to eat. I promised her answers and if it meant she would consider coming back to me; I was going to give them to her.
“OK. shoot.” I said, looking up at her from across the island.
“How old were you when you knew what you were?”
“Young. Very young. We live around it, it’s a part of who we are. We’re taught to keep the secret when we start interacting with everyone else.”
“But that means you knew when you were in kindergarten.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s so young to have to keep a secret like that.” She almost looked sad.
“Why don’t you have a school here since there are so many of you living here?”
“It keeps the prying at bay if we have some sort of norm
