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A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!

Shoutouts:

Jacky Higgins- hey. You're gypping me off in the review department!

Turpentine chaser- I agree, damn those homophobes!

Erin Go Bragh- yeah she did, but she only did it in the best of interests. If I were him I'd blame my father...the pig!

Snoddy's PoV

She was sitting across from me at the table.

"Bradley, want to hear what I wrote?" She looked up from her journal, beaming.

"Sure Elizabeth, what's it about?"

"Dad." She walked over and sat in the chair next to mine. The notebook was full of her miniscule, neat writing. It was a poem dedicated to our father.

'Fathers' it was titled.

I know a man/ Who works/ Everyday/ In the city. /He makes deals/ With bankers/ And the world's most/ Powerful people./ He is merciless/ He is driven/ He is ambitious/ He is my daddy./ But every night/ He comes home/ And takes off his shoes/ And loosens his tie./ He kisses my mommy/ On the cheek/ And tells her he loves her./ Then we sit down for dinner/ My daddy/ Mommy/ Brother/ And me./ He asks me/ How my day was/ Then he tells me about his/ Even though I didn't ask./ After supper has ended/ And the dishes/ Are cleared/ He takes my brother and me/ For ice cream./
But my friend's daddy/ Isn't like mine./ He doesn't work/ In the city/ He sits at home/ All day long/ And drinks beer/ And watches TV./ When my friend comes home/ He yells at her/ And sometimes she cries./ How come my daddy/ Is so different/ From her daddy?/ Mommy says/ That everyone has/ A daddy somewhere/ But I'm lucky/ To have a good daddy/ Who works in the city/ And tells her he loves her/ And takes us out for ice cream/ Because not everyone does.

"What do you think?" she asks when I look up.

"It's great," I tell her, handing back to notebook.

It's all true you know. Everything she wrote about my dad is true.

I think back to the phone call when I told Skittery about my family. He'd asked about my mom and I had told him how she liked my friends. I hadn't told him about how she treats the people I don't like. I don't give my mom enough credit.

I walked out to the balcony and lit up a cigarette. It burned for a while and I tapped the end into the ashtray. Truth is, I thought as I inhaled, my family was probably in pretty good shape. Sure, my mom gets on my nerves sometimes, but that's gotta be better than what happens between some people.

Then I regret thinking this. I really don't want to mess everything up. I can't tell my family that I'm gay.

A/n: that's the chapter that shows the relationship between Snoddy and his family. Kinda cute, kinda sad, kinda...I don't know. Just review.