" Why didn’t my mother ever tell me about you?” I asked my aunt. “Because I was a bad guy,” my aunt said, looking directly at me. Her expression wasn’t at all far away anymore. Her mouth was closed, but I could picture her missing tooth. My aunt was right: now that she’d said she was a bad guy, I wanted to know more. I wanted to know exactly how and why. “All right,” I said instead, and we changed the subject. "

― Brock Clarke , Who are You, Calvin Bledsoe?