Nate gave him, containing Jamie’s photograph and survey. Alex thought of the cramped print pressed onto the papers, Jamie’s block handwriting, and wondered if he was able to show it to him.
Somehow he didn’t think so. Folding his hands, Alex shrugged and tried not to stare at Jamie’s crotch as he said, “Just a few papers, nothing much.”
“Stuff about me?” Jamie wanted to know. When Alex shrugged again, he laughed. “Does it say what happened to the last friend I had?”
Alex shook his head. At least they were talking. “No,” he said gently. “What happened?”
That hint of a smile was back. “Her name was Marie,” he said, gauging Alex’s reaction. “Father thought we’d get along great. That Youth Outreach crap of his. Only she killed herself.”
Alex tried not to look surprised, but he knew
