![]() We sit at the counter, three instead of two. “You should talk to him.”Īfter dinner, I drag Ryan and Xavier to The Hamlet for milkshakes. “Still,” she says, nodding like some sort of guru. “Will you speak to the person who’s responsible for your stewing in the grass all morning?” “I want him to feel comfortable coming to me, no matter the situation. I’m disappointed in me.” She scales another branch from her tree. “I love him, too-that hasn’t changed.” Her mouth puckers, downturned, like she’s reliving the unpleasantness of what went on last night. He wasn’t sure how you’d react and didn’t want you to be mad, or sad. They get scared and keep secrets from people they care about.” I’m talking about Mati, obviously, but my rationale applies here, too. ![]() I fiddle with my ponytail, trying to come up with a suitable answer, one that won’t put Ryan on the spot with her later. “I don’t understand why he’d keep something so important from me.” I flush, remembering how I so charitably turned Ryan down shortly after we met. “Yes, oh.” She tips her visor up to study me. ![]() It’s pretty clear that at the moment, his gram needs to talk. I fight the compulsion to cross into Iris’s yard to find him. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own trials, I’ve hardly thought about him. ![]()
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