Billy
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“About a month now I guess, but we always sort of had this thing for each other.”
“So Margaret told me, so, and how do you two know that this is what you both want?
You are only 16 and Mike will be 17 in a few months.”
“What does that have to do with it? So what if I am 16, I know how I feel, so does
Mike.”
“And that is how son?”
“Alive”
The one word, by itself maybe nothing but to Billy’s dad it meant the world. He could
see it now, the way his son was standing there, his fists balled up not in
anger as in exhibiting his self control. The way his eyes sparkled and
flared out their defiance. They were alive for the first time in what, nine
years or so?
He had only seen his son so animated once before, almost a year ago when he came to
Taylor
’s defense and
stood between the two of them. That had not been a good time, or had it?
He had almost lost one son, most certainly would have lost the other, if not for the
quiet determination of his youngest to keep them together. It was amazing,
as he stood there now defying him with his eyes, how much he looked like his
mother.
The way his blond hair hanged down over the one eye, the way his eyelashes fluttered as
he stood his ground. She could do that, make her eyelashes flutter and every
time she did, his heart would melt, just as it had now.
“Is that all?”
“Of course not, look Dad I don’t want to fight, but I won’t stop being who I
am.”
“At 16 you know who you are? Well I can remember it took me a lot longer to find that
out, but surely that isn’t all is it?”
“Does there have to be more?”
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