Chapter 3
A few days later, Dad sat me down while Mama was working at the thrift store and Leon was out with friends. “Son,” he said, “I know you hear me shouting at your brother a lot, but it’s for his own good. If I don’t get some sense in that boy’s head soon, he’ll never be right.”
“My teacher says ‘Right is relative.’ Maybe what’s right for Leon is just right for him, but it doesn’t mean he’s wrong.”
Dad’s face turned a little red and all his facial hair bristled like a porcupine. “There’s right and there’s wrong. I don’t know what else that teacher has been telling you, but the Bible tells us what is right. Your brother has been doing things the Bible says are wrong. I don’t want you growing up like that, you hear me? You be a good boy and God will smile upon you, understand?”
I didn’t really, but I considered myself too young to be loud enough for an argument and simply nodded. Dad patted me on the head and told me to run along and play.
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