the book. “Let me guess … this is
shonen-ai
?”
He shot a glance at her from the computer,but she couldn’t miss the smug expression. “Yeah.”
Kaye wasn’t sure what to say to that, which was probably the point. “You like boys?”
“There’s a technical term for it,” Corny said. “Faggot. Although those are mighty pretty boys.”
“Does Janet know?” She couldn’t understand why he would tell
her
if Janet didn’t know, but certainly Janet would have said something. Janet’s E-mails were summaries of her whole day, boring and full of gossip about people Kaye had never met.
“Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to understand that way.” He sounded like he was daring Kaye to say something.
“I hope you aren’t expecting some kind of reaction,” Kaye said finally. “Because the only thing that I can think of is that is the weirdest coming-out story I have ever heard.”
His face relaxed. Then she started to laugh and both of them were laughing and looking at the comic and laughing some more.
By the time Janet got back from school, Corny was sleeping and Kaye was reading a huge pile of kinky comics.
“Hey,” Janet said, looking surprised to see her sofa occupied.
Kaye yawned and took a sip from a half-full glass of cherry cola. “Oh, hi. I was hanging out with your brother and then I figured I’d just wait for you to come home.”
Janet made a face, dumping her armful of books onto the chair. “You make
school
look fun. If you’re going to drop out, you might as well … I don’t know.”
“Do something seedy?”
“Totally. Look, I’m gonna go out … I gotta meet the guys. You want to come?”
Kaye stretched and got up. “Sure.”
The Blue Snapper diner was open twenty-four hours, and they didn’t care how long you sat in the mirror-lined booths or how little you ordered. Kenny and Doughboy sat at a table with a girl Kaye didn’t know. She had short black hair, red nails, and thin, drawn-on eyebrows. Doughboy was wearing a short-sleeved team shirt over a long-sleeved black undershirt; the laces of his hiking boots spilled out from under the table. He’d cut his hair since she’d seen him last, and it was shaved along the back and sides. Kenny was wearing his silver jacket over a black T-shirt and looked exactly the same: scruffy, cute, and totally off-limits.
“Sorry I freaked the other night,” Kaye said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans and hoping no one wanted to talk about it too much.
“What happened?” the girl asked. Somethingmade a clicking sound as she spoke, and Kaye realized that it was the girl’s tongue-stud tapping against her teeth.
Doughboy opened his mouth to make some comment, and Kenny cut him off. “’S cool,” he said with a jerk of his chin, “C’mon and slide in, ladies.”
“Kaye,” Janet said, sliding into the booth next to the girl, “this is Fatima—I e-mailed you about her. Kaye’s my friend from Philly.”
“Right. Sure. Hi.” It was Fatima’s party she’d missed two nights ago, and she had no idea what had been said after she left. Kenny was barely glancing in her direction, but Doughboy was watching her like she might do something weird or funny. Kaye wished she’d stayed in the trailer. This was too awkward.
“You’re the girl with the mom who’s in a band,” Fatima said.
“Not anymore,” Kaye said.
“Is it true that she fucked Lou Zampolis? Janet said she sang backup for Chainsuck.”
Kaye grimaced. She wondered if all her E-mails had been relayed like this. “Unfortunately.”
“Does that freak you out—I mean does she, like, screw your boyfriends and shit?”
Kaye raised her eyebrows. “I don’t date guys in bands.” She tried to imagine what Ellen would think of Kenny. It was impossible to picture Ellen meeting Roiben.
“I have this friend,
shonen-ai
?”
He shot a glance at her from the computer,but she couldn’t miss the smug expression. “Yeah.”
Kaye wasn’t sure what to say to that, which was probably the point. “You like boys?”
“There’s a technical term for it,” Corny said. “Faggot. Although those are mighty pretty boys.”
“Does Janet know?” She couldn’t understand why he would tell
her
if Janet didn’t know, but certainly Janet would have said something. Janet’s E-mails were summaries of her whole day, boring and full of gossip about people Kaye had never met.
“Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to understand that way.” He sounded like he was daring Kaye to say something.
“I hope you aren’t expecting some kind of reaction,” Kaye said finally. “Because the only thing that I can think of is that is the weirdest coming-out story I have ever heard.”
His face relaxed. Then she started to laugh and both of them were laughing and looking at the comic and laughing some more.
By the time Janet got back from school, Corny was sleeping and Kaye was reading a huge pile of kinky comics.
“Hey,” Janet said, looking surprised to see her sofa occupied.
Kaye yawned and took a sip from a half-full glass of cherry cola. “Oh, hi. I was hanging out with your brother and then I figured I’d just wait for you to come home.”
Janet made a face, dumping her armful of books onto the chair. “You make
school
look fun. If you’re going to drop out, you might as well … I don’t know.”
“Do something seedy?”
“Totally. Look, I’m gonna go out … I gotta meet the guys. You want to come?”
Kaye stretched and got up. “Sure.”
The Blue Snapper diner was open twenty-four hours, and they didn’t care how long you sat in the mirror-lined booths or how little you ordered. Kenny and Doughboy sat at a table with a girl Kaye didn’t know. She had short black hair, red nails, and thin, drawn-on eyebrows. Doughboy was wearing a short-sleeved team shirt over a long-sleeved black undershirt; the laces of his hiking boots spilled out from under the table. He’d cut his hair since she’d seen him last, and it was shaved along the back and sides. Kenny was wearing his silver jacket over a black T-shirt and looked exactly the same: scruffy, cute, and totally off-limits.
“Sorry I freaked the other night,” Kaye said, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jeans and hoping no one wanted to talk about it too much.
“What happened?” the girl asked. Somethingmade a clicking sound as she spoke, and Kaye realized that it was the girl’s tongue-stud tapping against her teeth.
Doughboy opened his mouth to make some comment, and Kenny cut him off. “’S cool,” he said with a jerk of his chin, “C’mon and slide in, ladies.”
“Kaye,” Janet said, sliding into the booth next to the girl, “this is Fatima—I e-mailed you about her. Kaye’s my friend from Philly.”
“Right. Sure. Hi.” It was Fatima’s party she’d missed two nights ago, and she had no idea what had been said after she left. Kenny was barely glancing in her direction, but Doughboy was watching her like she might do something weird or funny. Kaye wished she’d stayed in the trailer. This was too awkward.
“You’re the girl with the mom who’s in a band,” Fatima said.
“Not anymore,” Kaye said.
“Is it true that she fucked Lou Zampolis? Janet said she sang backup for Chainsuck.”
Kaye grimaced. She wondered if all her E-mails had been relayed like this. “Unfortunately.”
“Does that freak you out—I mean does she, like, screw your boyfriends and shit?”
Kaye raised her eyebrows. “I don’t date guys in bands.” She tried to imagine what Ellen would think of Kenny. It was impossible to picture Ellen meeting Roiben.
“I have this friend,
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