Leaning closer so my voice won’t carry, I admit, “Brian tells me he’s the only one in the whole school. I can’t believe that.”
Jenny shrugs. “Well, I don’t know. He’s asked me who I might think is because I already knew hewas, but I’m not real sure. I mean, Michelle Andrews is a dyke, definitely. She watches all of us undress in gym. But guys? If there are others, I don’t know who.”
“You’re sure?” I press.
“Mrs. C, I’m positive,” Jenny assures me. “I’ve gone through the yearbook twice with Brian trying to find someone to hook him up with, and nothing. Nada. Zip.”
As she takes the glasses into the living room, I put away the iced tea pitcher. Maybe I should start looking, too.
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