“You’re his oldest friend, I’m sure right now he could use a friend who knows him—” “I don’t know him at all,” she responded in Mandarin. “We’re no longer who we were when we were kids.” When Samson spoke again, he seemed to be choosing his words carefully. “I think it must be lonely, to be the only one who knows the truth of your world. To have no one to share it with.” He paused. “Maybe Uncle Howard is lonely.”
