" Not your fault, anymore than it's my fault I'm straight. We didn't getto vote on our orientation."I found myself giggling at that image. "Too bad." ...ep," he said, and chuckled."What do I do, Tommy?" I'm not totally sure. Would it help at all if I tried to find a niceboy for you?" How... how could you do that?" Well, thanks to this trans girl I'm friends with, a lot of people havebecome more comfortable telling me their stories, including a few whohave shared with me about being gay. They are. You have a problem with Caroline, you have aproblem with me. I know I am not the biggest badass in this school.I doknow I have a lot of fight and anger in me and am looking for a way torelease it."Killer walked away hoping that his message was heard loud and clear whenAmy Lucas, one of Caroline's friends came up to him. Killer smiled forhe knew she was going to tell him great job. Amy did no such thing, shereprimanded him for playing such a cruel and insensitive joke on someonewho used to be. But I did know who he was and that my Mum dying had upset him badly. Since you gave us the rings, I worked it out. That was when I stopped worrying about him.”“I still missed him, as we had become closer as brothers than as father and son. He is the reason we have always treated you, boys, equally. He made it easier for me to accept the death of my brother. Because of him, I still had both.”“I would like it if he could go with you, then I’d know you can keep him in line and out of the trouble.. Far off in the distance, she could see a distant flicker of lightning. The air was still, pensive. Nature seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for the cooling rain. The only sounds were the faint buzz of Sunday night traffic and a few indistinct human voices. The city, too, was waiting, hoping for relief.The clouds darkened, the lightning coming closer, faster. The distant rumble of thunder was giving way to louder crashes. The lights in the parking lot flickered on, bathing the balcony in.