Frances doesn’t believe in God anymore, but she believes in Hell and this is it. Across from her, Lenny sits and stares dully at the carpet. Dad’s at work. Lucky Dad.

Mom took the opportunity of having her home from Oberlin to call a Family Meeting. Frances knew it would be bad, but she hoped the year since she came out would mollify things.

“Well we know it seems at first
Like sin will please us
But you can’t choose homosexuality
And be close to Jesus”

Mom sings, strumming the old Martin earnestly. Her voice is pretty. Frances wishes for death.