RANSVESTIA
"Uh huh."
"But why? What for?"
"Nothing."
"It can't be nothing. You wouldn't steal for nothing. You're not that kind of boy."
I couldn't tell her.
"What do you do with them?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"But why would you steal them?"
"No reason."
"Your father thinks you like to wear them," she said tentatively.
"Oh, I don't!" I protested.
"Lynn, you don't have to lie to me. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but don't lie about it."
"Sometimes, maybe."
I began to cry again.
"Have you ever thought what might happen?"
"Uh huh," I sobbed.
"What people would think?"
"Uh huh."
"That you want to grow up strong like your father-not a sissy."
"Yes."
"You know, that's why your father is so angry."
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