The rosary, the barrette, the fountain . . . I bit him. What? The memory was so fleeting, but it was vivid and strong. “I bit him that day,” I said out loud, realization flooding back. “Before we went to the tree house. He let me bite him in the fountain. He was glad I did it. Why?” What were we doing in that fountain? And why was it more important to Damon than what happened afterward in the tree house?
see pg.637
