He stepped in front of me, presented his back, and squatted. Jump on.
I’m sorry, Kate, Diego said. I’ve been acting badly.I understand, I said, my heart racing. You were blindsided. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kept a secret from you. It wasn’t for the show. I promise. I had no idea you’d keep calling.
I know, he said quietly. I shouldn’t have accused you of that. I was hurt. And embarrassed. I felt like I’d been rejected both on air and in real life. I was trying to be a big person about it all. But in the end that one more piece of information I was told at the carnival pushed me over the edge.You don’t need to be embarrassed, I said fervently. You weren’t rejected. She likes you. She’s always liked you. I should’ve just told you. I was always just trying to help you tell … I almost said Alana, but that wasn’t my secret to broadcast. I’d already learned my lesson with Liza. … your crush how you felt about her.He let out a breathy laugh. Why didn’t you just read the magazine, Kate?
The headphones slipped down the back of my head and I pushed them into place. The magazine? Oh, the magazine … Was something in the magazine? How did he know I hadn’t read it? Had Liza told him?What just happened? Victoria asked.
I met Alana’s eyes through the glass and she shrugged.
Read the magazine. And come find me if it changes anything, Diego said, and then he was gone.I find myself looking down at my hands. I consciously look back up at him. I’m sorry to hear that.
Henry looks at me thoughtfully. Thank you, he says. Thanks.I don’t know what to say, because I don’t want to pry, but I also want him to know that I’m happy to listen. What do I say, though? My first instinct is to ask how she died, but that seems like bad form. I can’t think of anything, so I end up just staring at him.
You want to ask how she died, Henry says.I am instantly mortified that I am so transparent and also so tacky. Yeah, I say. You caught me. How terrible is that? So morbid and unnecessary. But it was the first thing I thought. How did she die? I’m terrible. I shake my head at myself. You can spit in my breakfast if you want. I’ll totally understand.