I look at him for a moment, puzzled. He stares back at her, then his mouth opens in the smallest of smiles. And I realize that what I said before was right: nobody is who they pretend to be.
Twenty one
FEBRUARY
Colleague
For the first few weeks of school, Dee and I tried to meet up in the library, but we got dirty looks, especially when Dee burst into their voices. And he has many voices: a solemn English accent when playing Henry, a weird Irish accent (his interpretation of the Welsh accent, I guess) as Fluellen, exaggerated French accents when playing the French characters. I don't bother with accents. It's enough for me to have the right words.
After shushing each other in the library one too many times, we switched to the Student Union, but Dee couldn't hear me over the noise. He
