“You’re very quiet, dear,” his mother said in that way which made it sound more like a question than a statement. They were sitting at the table eating dinner that night.
The thought Iggy’s gay kept churning in Thad’s head. Iggy’s gay. Iggy’s gay.
“Thad!” His father’s voice cut through the fog of thoughts.
“Huh?” he said, blinking and focusing on the forkful of spaghetti that was poised over his plate. He put it in his mouth and looked at his dad.
“Your mother’s waiting for an explanation,” he said sternly.
Thad sighed. “I’m sorry, Mom. What did you say?”
“I asked you why you were so quiet. Is everything all right? Did something happen at the ballpark today?”
An image of Iggy kissing Danny flashed through his mind. Memories of Danny’s invitation to Iggy to close the door and get
