Tommy
Fuck, f**k, f**k. And damn. I did it again! Instead of talking rationally to Vlad, I broke down and cried like a baby.
On the way back to the cabin, I kicked myself. Typically, he’d figured out a way to make things better and to erase the nightmare of the pond. He’d come up with the perfect way to say we were wrong in how we treated Glendon as well as how to tell everyone we were sorry. A memorial would honor Glendon and remind me and VJ and everyone who read about Glen’s life that we needed to be okay with difference and not try to make everyone conform to stupid society.
That included me, too. Why the hell did I think I had to be what other people wanted me to be? The more I thought about it, the more I knew I wasn’t here to be a clone of everyone around me. Now I’d finally figu
