Chapter Twenty-Two
“We will never speak of that,” I say when Art stops the video. “Deal?”
He nods. “Should I delete it?”
I’m about to say “hells yeah,” but then I hesitate. “I’d keep it until you have the green card. If some government agent doesn’t believe what we have is real, we’ll show them that.”
He laughs. “I can’t even imagine the look on that hypothetical agent’s face.”
I laugh too, but then I make my face serious. “It probably goes without saying, but I want to spell it out: don’t watch that again, or show it to anyone.”
Nor will I watch it again because staying platonic with him is already as hard as Mr. Big was in the video.
“Goes without saying.”
The door rings. He stands up to answer.
Is it my video-stimulated imagination, or did he just readjust something big in the
