“Why do I get the feeling you know what’s going on?” I asked Oscar, who hadn’t looked me in the eye all morning. “We’ve never withheld anything from each other before, so why start now?”
“I’m not purposely trying to be mute about something. It’s just that that something isn’t mine to share. Also, if I did, I’m not at all sure how you’ll react about that something.” He rolled his eyes and sighed as if he heard himself.
“So, you’re saying whatever Ugo is about to tell me, I won’t be pleased about it.”
“Let’s just say, I know I’m not.” He looked over my shoulder, and I saw relief flash across his face. Ugo must have arrived.
“I apologize for being late.” He waited for me to nod for him to sit. “I missed the train this morning and had to wait for the next one.”
“Train?” I asked, curious a
