But since we’re eating breakfast in a diner where there’s a television mounted on the wall above the breakfast bar, we’re half-listening to the day’s events between bites of pancakes and conversation. We can’t miss the report that yesterday a fire had been set intentionally by a disgruntled employee at an Imax theater where a group of school kids were on a class field trip. One student had been killed. This piece of news had hit us where it hurts most: murder in a theater and death by fire. The haunted look I see every so often—the darkening of his eyes, a lowering of his eyebrows, a hollow expression—appears on Liam’s face and refuses to leave. When he drives me back to RetroHouse, he’s still preoccupied. After he parks, and is reaching over the seat for my backpack, I tug his sleeve lightly with my fingertips, and he’s so wrapped up in his dark thoughts that my touch startles him. He jumps a mile. “Liam, you need to tell me what happened to upset you so much. Do you think I’m completely out to lunch?
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