We would pretend we were married and old, like Hollis and Wendy. Do you suppose I’ll have affairs like Hollis? he would ask. If you do, I told him, I’ll kill you and bury you in the field where Hollis found you. That seemed to make him happy. FB never wanted any friends other than me, and I knew he was in love with me very early on. I knew I could be in love with him too, if I let myself, so I waited and put off deciding what to do about it until we were grown.
