Chapter 27

His family was his brothers and they got along perfectly. I told him how my family kicked me out of my bed and sometimes ate all the food. I explained the unkind remarks and the many beatings they had given me. The idea of having a family that hurt you or couldn't be trusted baffled Christof.

I talked a lot about my mother and her struggles with alcohol. He didn't really understand that either, but he listened. Even with all her failings she was still my mother. The more I talked about mom, the more I missed her.

Christof didn't understand missing a mother, the mothers here dropped the sons off after they were very small. The men that raised them were called Child Keepers. He did say he knew what it was like to miss someone. He often spent so long consoling me we were late back to the compound.

We agreed about other things and that was kind of cool. When it was just us he was sympathetic to my argument that I wasn't an it. If my sex didn't matter they would have bou