Bailey chuckled. “I wouldn’t recommend that. Cliff’s into martial arts. He doesn’t look very scary, but he probably would have had you on your back before you knew what happened.”
“Gee, thanks for warning me.”
“You wouldn’t really have slugged him, would you?”
Justin grinned. “Probably not. But he sure is a shithead.”
Bailey returned the grin. “Agreed. But then, there are a lot of those around. We just don’t let them get to us, right?”
“Right, bro!”
* * * *
Justin got occasional emails from Gary, who was loving Indiana University. He was thrilled to have made the band, and his emails were full of anecdotes about getting to play at halftime at Big Ten games, about trips to other campuses. He didn’t mention having a boyfriend, but Justin suspected Gary was being a bit reserved on that
