That, too, Bobby added and everyone laughed. It was a golden moment—the beautiful spring finally here after the long winter, a group of young friends at the start of what would clearly be illustrious careers, love on the horizon. Pizza, just like I’d always imagined back in high school.
He reaches to me and tugs on the hem of my T-shirt. Then why are you hiding your bathing suit with this T-shirt?I feel more comfortable covered up.
I roll my eyes. You never stop with the questions.He waves toward Honor. If people can see her, they can see you. It’s the same thing.We’re two different people. She wears a bikini. I don’t.
Is it a religious thing?No. I’ve known him half a day and he’s already ranking up there with Utah and Honor on the irritation scale.
He leans in and brings his voice to a whisper. Is it because of Sagan? Is he why you feel uncomfortable?
I never said I was uncomfortable. I just said I’m more comfortable in a T-shirt.You make it too obvious, Luck says.
He nudges his head toward them. The way you look at him. You need to stop.I’m embarrassed that he noticed. I don’t acknowledge the truth in his comment, though. Instead, I turn our conversation around on him. Why does Victoria hate you?
For the first time, sadness registers in his expression. Or maybe it’s remorse. He kicks his right leg up and slings water several feet.Our father wasn’t that involved in either of our lives and my mother was having trouble controlling me. She thought Victoria might be able to help, so I went to live with her when I was almost fifteen. I wasn’t even there for a week before I stole all her jewelry and pawned it.