Chapter 7

“What?”

“Ever done it with a girl?”

“No.”

“With a guy?”

“Does jerking off with my best friend when I was sixteen count as sex?”

“No.”

“Then no, I’m a nineteen-year-old virgin. Please don’t tell anybody.”

“It’s not my secret to tell,” Tom said, “and certainly none of my business.”

“Good.”

“We’re going to get along just fine,” Tom said. But one of these days, sex will inevitably rear its ugly little head, he thought,and when it does, we’ll just have to deal with it. He turned the music off, locked the front door, and drove Noah back to the church parking lot, pulling up beside the only car that remained in the lot.

“What time do you get off work tomorrow, Noah?”

“I work from seven till three tomorrow.”

“And your roommate?”

“Three till eleven.”

“Perfect,” Tom said. “I have the address, and I’ll be at your place by four.”

“Thanks,” Noah said.

They shook hands on the bargain, and he watched Noah drive off in his old clunker.