Chapter 17

“It means I’m a quarter Mohawk,” Xavier said. “But what is that? A quarter? Which part of my body is that quarter, you know? My nose? My hair?” He exhaled loudly and looked at Billy. “He never told me. I mean, I found out six years ago.” He checked the stairs. “Okay, we’re moving. Come on.” He stepped up the last of the stairs and looked over his shoulder at Billy. “Come on. Front or back?”

“Back.” Billy followed Xavier along the empty train. He understood now. He’d been wondering about Xavier’s reluctance to speak of his family. He’d also been curious to know about Xavier’s cultural heritage. Xavier had never said it out loud so clearly until now. Billy wanted to embrace Xavier completely and wholly.