Greg just looks over the sea, red in the predawn light. "That's what I thought." The memories had hinted in that direction. And he'd never seen Steven and her (Rose, he has to hold on to her name, it's Rose) together. One hand of his rests over his stomach.
"How'd you meet him? He doesn't go to school, does he?"
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"How'd you meet him? He doesn't go to school, does he?"