I take a breather.
The night sky was dark (obviously), and I was ready to crash I was that tired after the Peter Frampton concert that just finished.
The license plate... it says 'QWR.'
"Ha! The license plate says Queer!" I tell my dad.
"Queer?!" He laughs. Luckily he is not a homophobe. "But none of us is gay,"
I bite my lip. When do I tell him? How? What am I supposed to say?
"Are you sure about that?" I said coolly.