But it was a big deal. “I told her I think I’m a girl.” “Oh.” That was all Scott said at first. “Oh.” Scott chewed, swallowed, and took another bite of pizza. The background noise of the restaurant throbbed in George’s ears. She wished Scott would say something, even if it was mean. “Ohhh.” Scott took a bite of turkey. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” Scott began to nod slowly. He turned to George, whose stomach had jumped with each oh and was now nearly in her throat. “That’s more than just being gay. No wonder she’s freaking out.”