George didn’t move. “What’s to say?”
“Whatever you didn’t get a chance to say in the graveyard,” said Thomas. “Whatever you wanted to say this morning.”
George shrugged. “Nothing to say.”
He started walking again. Thomas grabbed his sleeve and pulled. George stopped, more out of surprise than anything else, and looked down at Thomas’s hand on his arm.
“George, please.”
George raised his head, and Thomas saw pain and worry etched deep into his friend’s eyes. “What is there to say?” asked George, his voice quiet. “That it’s a bad idea? That I disapprove? It’s not like you’re going to listen.” He shoved his chin in the direction of his sister. “It’s not like she is going to listen.”
Thomas found himself momentarily at a loss for words. After a moment, he tried, “I wouldn’t hurt her, Geo
