The next time Jenny comes over after school, I corner her alone in the kitchen. Brian’s in the living room, supposedly studying for a French exam, but I know the two of them plan to ditch homework in favor of the Xbox as soon as I leave for the grocery store. While Jenny pours two glasses of iced tea, I casually ask, “So I take it Brian told you he told me about…?”
“He’s gay? Shyeah.” Jenny gives me a quick grin, then turns her attention back on the glass she’s filling. “I told him you’d be cool about it. You’re like the best mom ever.”
Her words make me stand a little straighter. I knew there was a reason why I always liked this girl. “I already sort of knew. I was just waiting for him to tell me himself.”
She nods. “Yeah, me too. I mean, all my other guy friends always eventually trie
