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Honi stood still, his heart heavy. His mother’s uncharacteristic attack left him immobilized with shock. What had gotten into her? Foul language? Lewd behavior? His mom didn’t swear often, but when she lost it, she could hold her own with the worst language he’d ever witnessed.
And when had she ever cared about him kissing a girl in front of her? She’d walked in on Nina and him making out before. He’d had his shirt off, and Nina’s bra had been hanging off her shoulders. His mom had shaken her head, grabbed a blanket, and thrown it at them with a gruff, “For God’s sake, cover yourselves up.”
That night, after Nina had slunk off, beet-red in the face, and not wanting to look him in the eyes, Honi had overheard his dad laughing aloud as his wife had told him what she’d witnessed. The on
