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186 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 2000
"Damn it, Christopher, can you just cut out that crap? I mean, what are you, just stupid? You're here in the deep weeds with a black man and a Jew, and you're a racist, an anti-Semite? How smart is that?"
April had no effect on him, and frankly, I was beginning to resent her for trying so hard. What, humans weren't good enough? She had to have some long-legged, lean, muscular, sweet-natured, incredibly handsome, barely-dressed stud-muffin?
I mean, yeah, guys think that way. But I expected more of April. Whatever happened to the idea of women caring more about sense of humor and inner beauty? Ganymede had no sense of humor at all. Unlike, say, me.
David and I didn't always get along, but being close to David didn't bother me. Being close to Ganymede did. Not that I'm one of those guys who hates gays. I mean, to each his own, right? Just not around me. That's all I'm saying.
I still wanted to call a time-out to return Jalil's punch. I was still pissed at him. I mean, I tried to get along with Jalil, but any little joke and I was the bad guy all of a sudden.
