I’ll explain everything when I come back upstairs.”Not awaiting an answer a second time, she opened the bedroom door and went through it into the ...allway. “Hey!” Younger-Rebecca called after her indignantly. “Who are you?”“Look in the mirror,” Rebecca muttered, closing the door.Downstairs, she avoided her mom in the living room and headed directly for the kitchen.“Becca?”“Just getting a soda, Mom!” She prayed Mom wouldn’t decide to come have a look-see and discover her black eye and busted lip.. Shedidn't say anything to me, which might have been a good thing or maybebecause she was just resigned to my wandering attention span and clumsyfingers. What's the point of cursing the sun for going down, or waterfor being wet?Which brought me back to the current dilemma. I looked at Sarahsinging her sweet heart out, Sarah who had never been in any serioustrouble at school in her life, and I wanted to cry.At dinner that night after I showered and changed, it was just Mom andme as usual, but. When I asked about him, he told me he is gay, and his parents know about this. They won’t accept him, so he moved here.He had one partner, but his partner was also not so comfortable, and his partner married a girl. So he is also single and alone. I was shocked a bit to hear that he is gay. I believed when he showed one or two pics with his ex kissing.After this, there was a bit of silence and tea was finished. I went to the washroom and returned to see him shirtless. He had a nice body. I. He too screamed as the alcohol cleaned the wound, and I handed the now mostly empty bottle back to the Commander who drank the last of it. He again held on to the man to keep him from moving while I did the sewing. It only required six stitches to close this wound, and the man flinched each time I inserted the needle, but other than that he was reasonably quiet.I was handed another piece of clean cloth to wrap the wound with when I finished. I tied the cloth closed with strips of a tough vine.