“He also says that one day maybe you’ll be my brother, too, if he has anything to say about it. Do you, Ford? Do you still have anything to say about it?”
“Uh, err…why, Mitch?” asked Ford, still blushing up a storm and avoiding direct eye contact with me.
“Because I like him, too. He’s not a fish, but he’s not a stinker either, you know. Not like Steven, who’s a realstinker.”
Finally, Ford met my gaze, and I noted how his eyes had turned glassy, brimming with unshed tears. “You’re right, Mitch. Zane’s not a stinker at all.”
“I’m glad. Ford has a boyfriend now, and I have a girlfriend now. Her name is Tiffany. She lives in a home, too. I met her last week at the zoo during the fieldtrip. Not the plane trip, but the bus trip. I don’t have a drawing of her. I gave it to her instead of keeping it. But I wish I had kept it to show you how pretty she is. That was before that stinker Steven stole my last red pencil, you know.”