I knew exactly where she had gotten that. I had been hearing it my whole life through a bedroom wall and never once listened.
I looked over at Kyle. He was staring at the floor with his whole body. His hand had come up on its own and was pressing that taped-up headset tighter against his ear, like he was afraid he might miss something.
I drove home at one in the morning with the windows down and the radio off, and I didn’t sleep much.
He came out to her place on a Sunday in September.
I was there. I’m there most weekends now. My wife comes too, sometimes. She and my mother sit at the kitchen table and drink coffee, and my mother tells her things she never told me, and I sit on the porch and pretend I’m not listening.
