читать дальшеJimmy sighed and slid down further on the chair. He stared straight ahead and his voice was quiet. “He did last night, him and Chase.” He shook his head slowly. “I dunno where the fuck Connor comes from, like some other fucking planet or something. Anyway mom and dad and I were watching the football game in the TV room and Connor and his shadow came in and went all dramatic. Connor went into his big, “Dad I gotta tell you some serious shit,” mode and then he just told em.” Jimmy opened his hands and gestured and then he smiled. “Now this you shoulda been there for. Dad is just staring at him and mom is watching dad. So dad gets up, goes over to the closet and gets those two old baseball bats and a golf club and he hands the bats to Connor and Chase.” Jimmy looked at me and laughed. “Don’t look so worried, you’re not dead. So then he says to the Dynamic Duo, “Okay, I was afraid of this but Robbie should be asleep by now so it’s a perfect time.” Jimmy laughed and shook his head. “So dufus Connor is standing there staring at this bat and he’s like all, “What?” and dad says, “We’re gonna go up there, the three of us and beat the crap outta him. He’s asleep now so he can’t call the cops and as soon as we get a couple of hits in it won’t matter.” Well dad’s voice is all seriously nutty and Connor and Chase’s mouths are about hitting the fucking floor. Connor is such a dweeb! I mean like how many times has dad done this to him and he still doesn’t see it coming. So Connor is all, “You can’t do that! We’ll fucking kill him if we do that!” and dad is like, “Well we gotta do something and I say beating the crap outta him is the best way!” and Connor is like,
“You can’t kill him just cause he’s gay!!!”