Ebon was fascinated with the flowers and balloon, toying with the string while he was supposed to be doing his homework.
“Is Mr. Hill in love with you?”
Kit winced. There was no way he could explain this pretense to a seven-year-old, even if he did trust Ebon to keep the secret from his Aunt Val. “How would you feel about that?” he asked, stalling for time.
Ebon chewed the eraser end of his pencil for a moment. “I suppose it would be okay. Kind of like Mrs. Lopez helping out at the bake sales and stuff.”
“Sometimes people send each other flowers when they’re not in love, though. Maybe he just wanted to say he enjoyed our dinner and movie night.”
“Nobody ever sent you flowers before.”
“No, they didn’t.” Kit wasn’t certain how to respond. Ebon certainly was focusing on the bouquet. May
