"It's your turn. Why don't you like girls?" "I don't not like them," Neil said, but Nicky only snorted in disbelief. Neil thought of his mother's heavy fists on his skin and her fingers knotting in his hair. She'd told him time and time again girls were dangerous. They got inside a man's head, she said. They got under a man's skin. They could make a man want to change the world starting with himself. They'd turn him inside out and pull out all his secrets. They might mean well but it'd get all of them killed in the end. "It's complicated," Neil said at last. "Let me work now."
