Jamey asked, weaving his way through the cramped tangle of furniture in Cam’s living room. “Nobody’s seen him since we left for Christmas.” “He’s gone.” Cam spoke to the beer bottle between his palms. “Home.” “What? How come? I know he didn’t flunk out—he’s smarter than anybody in your whole year.” “He didn’t flunk out.” “Well, let’s see—what are the usual options? Did he get sick? Break any bones? Piss off somebody at the Dean’s Office?” Cam shook his head. “Well, he didn’t go home to get married because he got some girl pregnant, that’s for sure,” Jamey said in a tone that invited Cam to smile along with him. Cam had never felt less like smiling in his entire life. But Jamey didn’t deserve his snarl. So he made his tone as calm and gentle as he could. “How about I only say this once, and then we never talk about it again?”
