“So, where do you live, exactly?” Alex asked, his voice a tiny bit unsteady at the impertinence of his own question. He and Xander Browne had been having lunch together every day for the past two weeks in the Met’s staff cafeteria. To Alex, it felt like a real friendship, something he’d had precious little of in his short lifetime. Xander was weird and funny and so very tolerant of Alex’s peculiarities.
Xander lifted his brows in that theatrically arch look Alex had so come to enjoy. “What’s it to you, Mr. White?”
Alex huffed and rolled his eyes. “I’m just curious. You go off at the end of the day, and poof, disappear somewhere mysteriously.”
Now it was Xander’s turn to roll his big expressive eyes. “You’re just nosey. You wanna know where the Black boy goes when he leaves the palace of
