Abe remembers his mother confiscating a condom stashed in his wallet. What are you going to do with this, Abe? Go straight to hell is what!
He remembers his father bursting into his room and hearing Michael Stipe’s crooning. Something about banging and blaming. One homophobic rant later, Abe knew precisely where God and his father stood on the ‘gays’.
Blake got dressed and kissed Abe goodbye.
“Same time next week?”
Abe cringed and nodded.