I considered our recent kiss, but shoved that back down. I laughed humorlessly. “Don’t tell me that you think he’s been attracted to me this whole time and just didn’t know it. What’s this, grade school? A boy likes another boy and he puts snails in his desk to show he cares? I call bullshit, my friend.”
Serge didn’t waiver. He was actually serious about this. “I don’t call bullshit.” He got up. “I’m going to bed. He needs you, Woody, more than even he knows, or can understand. You’re likely gonna have to be the one to explain it to him.”
“I did what I did for you, not him. I’m done playing fix-it with this family.”
“Woody…”
“No way in hell, buddy.”
* * * *
The three of us spent Independence Day together along with a huge crowd on the beach doing barbecues, playing games, and later,
