Chapter 12TommyFinn“Sometimes the most unlikely people wind up being homosexual and it doesn’t make them bad,” my mom said.
“Huh?” My eyes got big in response. I had showered and dressed and just really wanted to check in. “Yeah, but I’m not that,” I replied an octave higher than intended.
My mom smiled. “I knew it, Finn. Good. I wanted grandbabies.” She was all about procreation, I thought, watching the little ones climb up on her in the bed. Polar Bear had probably put it in her head that I was gay. It didn’t really bother me much.
My mom pushed a couple of pillows to the floor, pulled the covers back, and motioned for me to sit. I did, and my three-year-old brother, Gunnar, and two-year-old brother, Aaron, deserted our mom and started to climb on me. Ten-month-old Sóla slept next to
