Chapter 83

“Joey wrote to me,” I replied. “He’s in Korea now. His dad—”

Stephen pushed his glasses up on his nose and frowned at the envelope in my hand. “Joey who?”

None of my cousins had thought to ask me that. “Kneesi,” I said. “He went to my school.”

Stephen’s frown deepened. “Why did he write you a letter?” he asked.

“He moved,” I explained, sure that it was just a matter of minutes before Stephen clued into what this meant to me and grew impressed.

But Stephen wasn’t reading from the same script. He glared at the letter with sudden jealousy and wanted to know, “Is he your boyfriend?”