Chapter 60
But as soon as he emerged from the garage, his dad saw him. Henry almost wanted to smile or say something to convey his sympathy, since he could imagine how shattered his dad must feel.
So he was shocked to the core when his father said what he did, crying it out in a drunken slur from ten feet away. And shocked was the right word, because Henry felt tingling in his nerves in a very literal—and painful—sense. The aftermath was swift. Scarlet heat rose to Henry’s face, and he froze where he stood, nearly paralyzed. His mouth dropped open. Slowly, he closed it.
What his father had shouted was “There’s the little faggot now.”