“He called me a pervert.” Gibsie cried harder, dropping onto my sister’s bed. “He said I was like him.” “He was talking out of his hole,” I reiterated, feeling my temper rise. Jesus Christ, one of these days, I was going to break that asshole’s nose. “Did anyone hear him?” “Me,” Claire chimed in from her perch underneath the sprawled-out flanker, who was still clad in his graduation gown and using my sister as his personal cushion.
