Chapter 8
Charlotte, NC
Kevin
MR. MAJORS SAT there with a stunned expression, his face a mixture of shock and grief. He was struggling to gain control of his emotions, and when he finally did, he said, “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“It’s not something I like to talk about,” David said. “It’s kind of difficult to talk about this to anybody, especially your parents.”
He raised one leg and placed his foot on the corner of the bed to steady himself; then he lifted his balls out of the way, exposing part of his perineum. I grabbed his shoulder to help him maintain his balance.
“How do you tell your parents that because of a f*****g grenade, their son will, for the rest of his life, have to hold his balls up out of the way while he sits down to pee through a hole that wasn’t there when he was
