Susan shrugs. “I don’t really care, do you?”
Larry goes to school. Comes home. Goes to school. His life seems endless sometimes. Kids at school bully him. And so does his father.
“You’re a wimp.”
“Idiot.”
“You’re such a baby.”
“Clean up the house,” his father says. “Lazy bastard.”
They are in the living room and his father has stumbled in after work, reeking of booze. Larry moves away from him on the couch, turns up the screen. His father kicks him in the shins. “Clean up the f*****g house.” Always a drinker, his father has hit the bottle hard since his mother left.
Larry stands in order to get away from the kicks, and his father loses his balance and crashes into Larry until they are doing a slow dance, holding onto each other tightly.
“Don’t touch me,” his father shouts. “Don’t t
