Chapter 11

Caught in the net of possibilities and stars and secret midnight murmurs, he scraped out, “You might have to explain that one…”

“You can be a force of natural chaos,” Anthony said, “at times, and I will never comprehend how you managed to misplace twobrand-new umbrellas in the same afternoon, but you have never knowingly been vicious or smallminded or cruel for the sake of being cruel. You are the sort of man who, when asked what he wants, names the goal of helping others. You have always had my good opinion, Robert, even if you insist upon attempting to shock me.”

Robert gazed at him, and felt warm all at once, all over. Pink and shy as a schoolboy. A first crush, a first love. The boy everyone admired—the boy who could ruthlessly organize the universe—who somehow thought hewas a good man.