“I’m sorry for your loss,” I say. “I know he must’ve meant something to you.” Lo’s face contorts, perplexed. “What the hell are you talking about?” What am I talking about? His confusion mounts. Fuck… Me. Shouldn’t he know? I’m more frozen. “You don’t know?” “Know what, Paul?” He shifts his weight.
is it Greg??? is that even the sisters’ dad’s name???
