My legs were splayed out, one on either side of Trey. His were folded, almost in the lotus position. He’d taken off his shoes and was plucking at some lint on his black socks. “Say something.” I couldn’t bear the suspense. I’d just revealed everything to him, and while I was sure Trey wasn’t going to respond in the way Kevin would have—calling me stupid and yelling and generally playing the martyr at having to put up with me—I still wasn’t sure how he’d react. Trey plucked a tiny piece of fluff off his sock and released it over the side of the bed. It slowly fell to the floor. “Well,” he said slowly, not meeting my eye, “first off, thanks for finally telling me. I wondered why you were acting so strange the other day.” He scrunched his mouth up and ran a hand through his thick mop of hair. He leaned back a little. “I can understand why you didn’t, though.” “It was a dumb thing to do,” I said. Trey shrugged. “Maybe. It turned out to be a good thing, though, if it was Coleman that shoved you out of the way of the car.”
