“Can you tell us the story anyway?” Max asked. “One more time. I mean, it’s pretty impressive. Your background—you’ve got a dad in politics, a mom who’s, like, hosting international literary parties and winning awards for her poetry, you grew up in all those exotic places…you were already basically a celebrity, right?”
“Oh, no, not at all.” Colby hid behind the coffee again. “I was…to be honest, I was rather painfully shy. We moved around so much that I was always the new kid in school, and I’ve never been good at, well, people. So I spent a lot of time on my own. And it’s not precisely the same kind of fame, not like Hollywood.”
“Bet it’s nice, though.”
“Well…I won’t say I didn’t appreciate being able to buy all the books I wanted.” That was a joke, and delivered as one; but Jason caug
