“-the lipstick, and the dresses and the fucking patent leather shoes. It’s like I’m in drag, all the time, like I’m performing everyday. And every calls me Charlie and it’s like ‘do they know?’ Like everyone knows but no one’s bothered to say anything? Because they keep acting like they know . . . like they think I’m a girl and-”
“Chuck.”
“It’s so frustrating-”
“Do you want to try on some of my clothes? I could cut your hair for you? I mean, I could try.”
“You have to tell Mom and Dad. I can’t deal with Mom.”
“She’s going to cry! You know she will. She’s going to feel all guilty she didn’t notice.”
“So tell Dad first.”
“Why do I have to tell them?”
“Because I’m your big . . . brother and I say so.”
“ . . . Fine.”
“Nol?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re my favorite brother. Don’t tell anyone I said that.”
“You’re my favorite brother, too.”
