Chapter 12Cavan never ceased to amaze me. I told my new flute instructor I was leaving for Málaga that night, and he’d said “What a coincidence. I’m going there, too! We’ll continue your lessons.”
Shortly after he left, I called Ned.
“Denny told me Chet got really hurt,” I said. “Is he all right?”
“A broken rib and shoulder. He doesn’t remember what happened. He said he was going to your apartment to f**k you, and the next thing he remembers he was in the hospital. He thinks maybe a car hit him.”
“But he’ll be okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, eventually,” Ned said. “Denny said you’re leaving town. Rafi, you’re breaking my heart.”
“Am I? I liked you, and you never wanted to date.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I could be different.”
“Could you though? You never kissed me. No one ever did.”
“I could
