Her face takes on a sly expression. “Why do you say his name like that?” “Say whose name like what?” The ends of her mouth lift. “Your voice got all funny when you said ‘Nick.’ It’s the same exact way you used to say Scott Finley’s name.” “I did not say Scott’s name in any particular way.” She did not have to do me like that. I was eleven when I had a crush on Scott Finley the baseball player. Best friends and their deep cuts.
