“They look like they’re having a good old time,” said Todd. “Like this is a party or a picnic or somethin’.”
“Yes,” said Sam. He thought of the things Garrett and Gus had told them about the trip and wondered just how many of these folks realized what they were getting into. Maybe it was better if they didn’t know.
“I been meanin’ to ask you somethin’,” Todd said quietly, looking down at his hands, which were nervously rubbing his thighs.
Sam regarded Todd’s actions and then looked up at him. “What’s that?”
“Well…” Todd paused. Well,” he said again.
Sam inclined his head forward as if to urge him on.
“Gus wants me to sleep with him tonight,” Todd said in such a rush that the sentence sounded more like one word. When he finished he did not look up at Sam; he just kept rubbing his legs.
“Oh, I see,” Sam said, pursing his lips and nodding. His immediate reaction was, That means Garrett will sleep with me.