“How long can you stay with us over the Summer, Charlotte?”
Holding up her hands in a kind of ‘What have you got?’ gesture. “As long as you like,” she says brightly. “All Summer if you want me around that much?”
She looks wary all of a sudden and I pull her into my embrace. “Of course, we want you around, but don’t you want to spend some time with your family? Your other friends?”
She hesitates, and I can’t read her….
…. What’s going on…?
Shaking her head, “No, if you’re happy to have me, then I’d like to stay with you. Is that alright?”
…. Of course it"s alright….
…. but….
She peers up into my face. “What? What is it?”
“I don’t want to say too much….”
Her perfect brow furrows. “Talk to me, Michael.”
“Charlotte, I… I know that you don’t feel about me the same way I feel about yo
