... herGillette to the way her black hair knotted at the nape of her neck.When the mean boys, the ones with fathers who taught them tofight before they could walk, jumped him from behind or from the front, ... mixed with her shadow. Ex-cept for the birds, she was alone with her thoughts, with hopes tocaulk the crevice between her mother and father, the way she’dseen her mother do, wearing latex gloves, ... He wouldn’t have cried for them.Maybe that was part of what was wrong with him. He was elevenyears old, unable to cry, trying not to run from the world. The Handbook for Lightning Strike Survivors...