“Yeah?” he replied. “Remember a couple of weeks ago when you were talking about Hugh?” I said tentatively. “Yeah,” he said, looking almost defensive. “Do you still – think that?” “Yeah, why?” “I was just wondering.” “You haven’t said anything, have you?” “No. No, I haven’t. And I won’t, you know I won’t.” I paused. “You know Lucy?” “Yeah. Well, not really, but – yeah.” “She’s started going out with this guy Andrew. They’re, like, madly in love or something.” “Do you like him?” he asked, picking up on the bitter note in my voice. I shook my head. “Do you like her?” he asked. I nodded, and, nonchalantly, doing what I’d done a few weeks before, he said, “She’s cute.”