“Can I talk to you about something, Liz?” “Of course,” she replied, automatically falling back to walk with me. “What’s up?” I didn’t know how to phrase the thoughts that had been plaguing me all day, so I just blurted it right out. “He likes you.” “Who?” Feeling another surge of intense jealousy, I pointed up the street to where Feely was wrestling with Gibs. Liz looked to where I was pointing and nodded. “Yeah.” She sighed heavily. “I know.” “You do?” She sighed again. “He told me.”
