And still his own tightrope stretched endlessly before him. Socially accepted, he was. One slip and the story would race like a brush fire through the school, incinerating him. He wanted to howl with protest into the night, but it lay bottled and curdling inside him.
What if they knew? God, what if they knew? It would be Bankow the freak, the queer. Nobody would pause to think that Bankow the freak was also Bankow the singer, Bankow the friend, Bankow the junior classman, Bankow the English major. All these categories would be forgotten for the category that would give them a cheap thrill and destroy him utterly.
Half – Jordan Parker