Trevor leaned back and closed his eyes. “I’m so, so sorry,” he said.
Before Andre could respond, the server returned with their drinks and took their orders. Trevor looked up briefly but didn’t make a move to pick up his cup. Andre took two packets of sugar and dumped them into his tea.
“Did you shower already?”
He sniffs like the concept is beneath him. “I’ll shower at home.” He’s limping when he walks over to grab his backpack.
Because I was busy luxuriating in the memory of what it had felt like to kiss Jasper like I meant it, it took me a while to realize the voices had faded. Then there was a knock on the door.
That was the night I met Jeremy. He was barely visible in the dark, leaning against a birch to the side of the path.
Tom blinked in amazement. Michael blushed and stared hard at the five empty mugs dangling from his fingers.
Warren had no idea what to expect, but he walked in. The first thing he saw was a poster-sized photo of a younger Victor, in a red long-sleeved shirt and black ski pants, with a bright blue helmet. He was sitting on a black sled in a tunnel of ice, with his feet stretched ahead of him.
“Would you like to meet my little patito?” she asked me.
I thought for a moment she had said “potato”. But then I remembered that “patito” meant “duckling”. It can also refer to a rather sloppy good natured and stout man. I shook my head. “You have… un patito?”
“What about the neighborhood?” I asked quietly.
“Yeah well, I guess it’s not all that safe and there is a street gang in the neighborhood, but they don’t bother me.” He paused and continued with a satisfied smile. “In fact, you might say they kind of watch out for me.”
“Where are we going?” Marshall asked as he walked with Kevin through the park after school. They rarely finished school at the same time but when they did they usually walked home together.