Sharing Jack’s Bed: Part 2
I spent the next week at the Mercer house. They went out every night and most days to talk to people and try to find out what had happened to their mom. Sometimes Bobby would tell Jack to stay at the house, which Jack took as a blow to his manhood, but I knew that it was just Bobby’s way of showing that he cared and didn’t want him to get hurt or get into trouble. One of those nights, Jack and I were alone in the house. I sat looking through the small collection of movies under the television while he paced, speaking – to me or to himself I’m still not sure. “This isn’t fair. She was my mom, too. Fuck, I should have just ignored Bobby and gone anyway. This is stupid; …