“You’re just like him, you know? With your stupid fucking books,” he slurs. Just like who? Jay Gatsby? He doesn’t read as much as me. “She thinks I’m stupid, but I’m not.” He grabs the back of the chair to keep from falling. “I know what she did.” Suddenly his face goes still, and I think my dad is going to cry.
Ohhhhhh Christian is Hardin's dad. Of course.
