“Thumper?” I was lying next to him in our accommodations, staring at the canopy over us, feeling sorrier for myself than I had in days; which was saying something. I could tell by his breathing—and by the fact that he hadn’t set about his nightly fart agenda—that he wasn’t asleep either.
At least not totally. I waited fifteen seconds for his, “Huh?”
“Are you awake?”
“Huh-uh,” he grumbled.
Too bad. “How did things end with you and Jeremy?” I asked.
He waited so long to answer that I had actually given him up for asleep.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, did you see it coming? Did you really think there was something between you, or were you just f*****g around?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”
“I just want to know what was going on. How was I so clueless? Were you clueless,
