Mrs. Dendritch continues, uninterrupted. “But if this is it,honey—if this isit, then nothing will be able to keep you two apart.” She waits for him to digest this. “You know that. Don’t you?”
He lets out a breath he doesn’t know he’s been holding. “Yeah, but—”
She’s not through. “Say he gets expelled. He lives an hour from here. You can talk on the phone. You can visit—”
“Not often,” Avery reminds her.
“No,” she concedes, “not often, but enough. And he’s still welcome to visit any time you’re home. He’s not that far away.”
He looks up at her. He’s not really sure where Jacob lives but he knows it’s far enough from the school that he can’t simply walk there. Didn’t his mother say it was an hour away? How does she know? Mrs. Smithson told her,he thinks. That’s what they were probably talking about while he was in with the monsignor. He’s almost sure of it. “What do you mean?”