We laughed and turned the conversation to other things. He wanted to hear more about my life, so I described what it was like growing up with Roland and Peter. And Remy. I told him about Roland’s recent trip to the cave and how much it meant to get the message from Remy.
We were in the middle of our dessert when I remembered something I’d been meaning to talk to him about. “I saw Desmund again last night.”
“Did you?” He took a sip from his wine glass. “And how did it go?”
“Better than I expected. We both like books and Tchaikovsky, so he thinks I’m not a total lost cause. We even played a game of checkers.”
Tristan’s eyes widened. “You got Desmund to play checkers? I haven’t seen him play anything but chess since I’ve known him.”
“I don’t know how to play chess, so it was checkers or
