Chapter 21

• This man, Jeremy, knew more about Lucas than I could possibly know, and if he said something was truth, anecdotal or not, it probably was true. I didn’t want to be a tie, something so easily cut and discarded, assuaged with a gift basket and maybe some fancy letter stating that he wished me the best of luck. I refused.
• And, Henry told me what he was thinking. He mentioned a few details, quite clearly stating he shouldn’t mention these to me, and that whatever meaning I took from them was not his problem. Listening to him, I gained a newfound appreciation for my breakfast and heartily ate everything on my plate. Besides the fact that it was delicious, I thought I should prepare for the day in a proper manner. We finished eating, and then Henry stood to leave.
• “So, are you coming?” he asked pointedly. “Lucas told me to drive you home.”