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She couldn’t keep away from him for long, she realized. She needed physical contact with him, needed whatever reassurance she could gain from tucking her feet under his thighs, from having him reach out and hold her hand.
“Tell me what you know,” Joe said, and she did.
When she finished, he said, “That’s only part of it.”
“Then tell me the whole thing,” Sarah said. “Don’t make me guess.” She understood how Angie felt earlier in the day, trying to drag the information out of Sarah one question at a time.
Joe pulled Sarah’s legs over his lap and wrapped his arms around them. Apparently he needed more physical contact for the conversation, too, Sarah thought. It reminded her of how they used to be when they studied together. They sometimes sat just like this, like puppies in a pile, e
