Thicker Than BloodChapter 27
I caught myself starting to laugh. I mean laugh? I’d been screwed over by everybody in sight and I wanted to laugh. Why? Because of the impossible incongruity of it all. I was more than certain that the lot of them wanted to be nice to me. But their condescending gift giving, privilege granting efforts were so insulting that it was laughable! Hence my impulse, my irresistible impulse to laugh. Such of course would be followed by the equally strong urge to cry. Well, it was what it was. Yes...