“Fred, there you go again. If they don’t get over it, they hurt their career. XXX Just do it.” Surprisingly, Fred complies, turning red again. Then they blame the flaw for the problem. Then they blame the flaw for the problem. I wish I could pop my stomach! I guess so.”
“You don’t seem bothered about finding out about your dad’s distained desires.”
“Oh, I knew for a long time.”
“Really? But what flaw did you possibly see in yourself?”
Jeff hangs his head, “It’s embarrassing. … OK, I’m scared shitless.”
Compassionately, “What’s scary to you, Fred?”
Feeling helpless, “I don’t know?”
“Do you shower with clothes on?”
“No.”
“So you don’t want me to see you naked?”
Sighing, “I guess not.”
“Fred, it’s no big deal to me. Yeah, I hear he already did. This Jesus stuff is sinking in. Come on Jeffairy.”
Jeff shoots silent prayers to heaven as the six boys surround him.
