“Maybe it’s not about me, Myrtle. This town, hell, the world at large, isn’t going to be accepting of me just because I decide to walk out into it.” “It’s always about you, Jonah. It’s always been about you. The world will react the way the world will react. That’s not your business. You have faith in your own worth and the world won’t matter.” “I don’t think I know how to do that,” he murmured. “You do, sweet boy. And if you need a hand to hold, you got old Myrtle. I might walk you right into a tree before I walk you into the world, but I’ll be there by your side.”
