"So that's the style now?"
His dad asked nervously.
"Really short... Kinda,...."
His dad paused not daring to say the dreaded word: *boyish* The boy finished in his head but neither dared to say it out loud. His father out of fear that his "daughter's" answer would be "that's the point"
And the boy because he was paralyzed with fear that his Dad would put 2 and 2 together.
The dad didn't get it but not only was that the point, it was always the point. Everything he did, how he talked, walked, ate, and dressed was to be boyish.
To be a boy.
