I would learn, on that field, that the shoulder had been on its way the whole time.

Chapter 6 — What’s the Point

The morning of graduation, I almost didn’t go.

I stood in the bathroom in the gown, looking at myself in the mirror — a thin, tired boy with his father’s jaw and his mother’s eyes and no one coming to watch him — and the whole thing suddenly seemed unbearable and pointless.

To put on the cap and drive myself to the school and walk alone across a stage and clap for myself, in front of four hundred families, and then drive myself home again.

I went and found Evelyn in her armchair and I said it out loud, the ugly true thing.