Am I serious about him? I mull over the question, but it doesn’t take long. I am. There’s a reason I took the position in this town, a reason I moved on from Tripp immediately. And there’s a reason I’m sitting here sick over him. I don’t tell Clyde any of those things. But I do nod. And then I turn the TV back on right in front of him, determined to catch sight of Bash.
