Chapter Ten
Stanlisus Pool Services
Young Van walked away, wearing the black female scarf around his neck. He was not dressing in drag or doing a little transvestite thing. There was a reason he was wearing that scarf. He’d found it wrapped ominously on a tree limb next to his car at the dorm just a week before. He was long back from the funeral now and was riddled with shame. That was before he returned to his senses.
Wearing the scarf, he had intended to sneak his way onto the roof of one of the campus buildings and leap to his death, but now that wasn’t such a great idea.
As he walked away, his mind drifted backward in time, to the beginning of the situation that had caused all of his troubles.
Van was a nickname. He was nineteen and his so-called sister, Emily, was eighteen when t
