Barry had just turned sixteen, a virgin from head to toe. Never held a girl’s hand, put an arm over a shoulder, shared a kiss.
To have walked into that Diner… that Sodom and Gomorrah……
He grabbed his pencil and wrote it all down, everything he’d seen and how it made him feel and why and what.
He went on page after page, over and again, then put the journal down, and took a shower.
He came out, went to do his homework, reading the chapter slowly, over and again, carefully answering the questions.