Sublime

ameliorated.

She looked up from her purse and said, “That’s really up to you.” She lit her smoke, sat back, and looked at Roy. “He’s at home now. His home. Not some foster hell hole with a dozen other filthy kids. Which is where he’ll go—where you’ll both go—if I go to prison.”

But it wasn’t political theater for Clay’s parents—they saw a politician’s stance on gay rights as critical to the literal physical well-being of their son, who lived all alone across the country. And the people like Lennie, like Thom, who were supposed to be looking out for him—they were using him instead.

He was not aware of how much had been taken out of him by his concern for Matt Beach, for his brother, for Margaret, for the many people who depended on him. Nor was he aware of just how much his feelings for Lucy were taking from him.

malaprop.

The people who did know the details of what had happened, Josh Su, the friends she had at the time, one by one she found a way not to know them anymore.