Chapter 66
“My parents—my dad, really—threw me out tonight.”
“Why?”
Henry regarded the wet ground before him for a long time and then lifted his hand to stare at his thumb, as if wondering how it got there, on the end of his arm. “It’s an old story. My dad found out I’m gay.” Henry laughed, though there was no mirth in it, and he looked over at Vito out of the corner of his eye.
Vito supposed he was gauging his reaction. What was there, Vito wondered, to truly gauge, though? Although they had never come out to each other, it should have been obvious without saying on which side their bread was buttered, so to speak. Vito laughed at the metaphor.