Chapter 17Anne knew something was up as soon as she got into the car. She stayed quiet until we were through the worst of the traffic, but when it eased up outside Waltham she put her hand on my shoulder and asked, “Family troubles?”
“Yeah. I guess I kind of came out to my parents last night. Dad was okay - not happy, but okay. Mom, though, she didn’t take it well at all. She wouldn’t even acknowledge what I said. Just changed the subject and asked me about school.”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. Are you okay?”
“Well, you know. They didn’t yell at me or kick me out, so that’s good, I guess. I think Mom will come around eventually. I hope so, anyway.”
Anne kissed my hand, and then draped her arm over my shoulders for a while. She always knew how to make me feel better.
Twenty miles later, I said
