Like You’ve Nothing Left to Prove (Breakaway #2)

by E.L. Massey

“Do you remember,” Abuela says to Papá, from where she’s crocheting on the couch, “that one time you say you’ll have Alicia home by midnight, and instead, you bring her back three days later and married?”

“Oh, the places you’ll go with warming lube and a can-do attitude?” “That’s the spirit.”

Eli is the personification of a sigh of relief.

On Twitter later that day, #prohomo starts trending.

“Alex is being homophobic,” Eli mutters. “Oh?” Jeff says. “I won’t kiss him until he’s done with this paper,” Alex explains.