“What’s going on, Ellie? What’s this about? There’re plenty of boys living right around you. Nice boys.”
“I mean more appropriate boys.”
"I'm gay, man."
The way you play ball, man-you sure you're gay?
"God, you sound just like Miah when you say-"
"You know how many times I have heard that since Miah been dead? Twenty? Thirty? A hundred? Every time I turn around, somebody-usually not a black person-is saying something about me that is reminding them of Miah."