He took a breath, and I saw this as my chance to interrupt.
“No. Wait. I don’t care about her. What about you? Where did you meet her? Where did you live? Did you go right into high school from the shelter? What happened?”
He gave a laugh.
“Oh, okay. Me?”
I nodded and glanced up at him. He still looked worried.
“Father Navarro, you remember him? He was head of the shelter at the time. He hired me to go to the Heights where a woman needed someone to clear out a garage.
“He drove me out there and told me I’d be sleeping in the woman’s guest bedroom above the garage until the project was done.
“So I agreed, but I didn’t have time to tell any of you. Mostly you. He had me pack up, and we were off. I was scared shitless. I mean, she could have been a mass murderer of gay teenage boys.”
