Chapter 7It was funny how little there was left of him to see after competing against each other in tiny Speedos, yet how very strongly I yearned to see it. Human biology, I supposed. We held hands all the way across the perfectly manicured, large backyard, where lush green lawn and perfect flowerbeds eventually became more wooded. Somehow everything still looked neat, unlike the overgrown mess behind my house. The trees were all large and lush. By comparison, many of the ones up behind the hill from which I spied on Julius through the bathroom window once while he showered were spindly and tangled. I remembered Mathias’s “We have a guy” remark from back when we’d raked leaves. Whoever the guy was, he did a nice job.
“Well. That’s it.” He pointed at the body of water with both of our hand
