The Gifts That Bind Us (All Our Hidden Gifts, #2)

by Caroline O'Donoghue

“Maeve,” Fiona says warningly. “You’re drinking dumb-bitch juice.”

“What’s your weakest area?” “Anger management.”

“You’re saying you don’t hate gay people?” I let out a dry, hollow laugh. “No,” he says. “God does.” I imagine myself leaping like a wild animal and tearing out his throat with one bite.

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What follows is the strangest forty minutes I have ever spent in St. Bernadette’s, and I was once locked in a cupboard for an entire afternoon with a deck of cursed tarot cards.

Only men are arrogant enough to think that they could put something in us and change the way we are.”

“Maeve.” She sighs. “You don’t raise a gay daughter without being completely and viscerally aware that there are violent, dangerous idiots in the world.”

We’re suddenly howling with laughter, realizing for the hundredth time how mad our lives are, and how the only thing that makes it bearable is that we’re in it together.

“I thought that was an old wives’ tale,” says Fiona dismissively. “The only people I listen to,” Manon says, the hint of a smile on her face, “are old wives.”

“God, you’re cool,” Fiona says, and then looks around like someone else said it.

“You’re . . . a god?” Aaron says, looking like someone just spat in his chips.