I looked at him. “I have a theory about why moms are so strict.” Dante almost smiled. “It’s because they love us, Ari.” “That’s part of it. The other part of it is that they want us to stay boys forever.” “Yeah, I think that would make my mom happy—if I was a boy forever.” Dante looked down at the dead bird. A few minutes ago, he’d been mad as hell. Now, he looked like he was going to cry.
