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He laughs and the action gives life to the light in his eyes.
“I don’t know you.”
“No.”
He shakes his head. Sits on his bed. “Right. Of course not.”
“What?”
“You’re right.” His breath catches. “Maybe I am insane.”
I take 2 steps backward. “Maybe you are.”
He’s smiling again and I’d like to take a picture. I’d like to
stare at the curve of his lips for the rest of my life. “I’m not,
you know.”
“But you won’t tell me why you’re here,” I challenge.
“And neither will you.”
I fall to my knees and tug the tray through the slot.
Something unidentifiable is steaming in 2 tin cups. Adam
folds himself onto the floor across from me.
“Breakfast,” I say as I push his portion forward.