Orphan 5
So we walked into the dining room. As usual, sickly green walls and slightly sicker dark green floors confronted me. There were about a dozen tables dotted about, formica I think but I couldn't really tell as they were all covered in red plastic check table cloths. Tracy grabbed my arm and led me over to a table in the corner. As we passed the other tables, I was very aware of the stares I was getting. Did everyone know I was a boy? Would they lynch me if they found out? I...