Breakfast was almost done when Rebecca stormed into the kitchen.
“Men!” she snarled, her hands on her hips.
Tom raised his gaze from the Living Section. “What about men?”
Jack’s daughter scowled at him “They’re scum, every one of them.”
“Hey!” Thaddeus paused in putting the container of orange juice back in the refrigerator. “I’m a man.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a brother.”
“Well, what about Daddy and JT? And…uh…Rush?”
Rebecca hunched her shoulder. “They don’t count. They’re gay.”
Rush choked on his juice. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, please. Who are you trying to hide it from?”
“Rebecca Sarai Jackson,” Jack said sharply. As far as he was concerned, the sun rose and set on his little girl, but he wouldn’t permit her to hurt the feelings of someone who lived under his roof. “It’s not your pla
