“I’m not sure, Finny,” I say. Even allowing myself to say his name hurts. “I don’t know if Jamie would like it. It might be kinda weird.” “But I thought Jamie and Sasha hung out all the time?” “Yeah, they do,” I say. “But they’re friends—” I flinch, and I can’t speak anymore. I stare straight ahead and try to breathe without trembling. “I see,” Finny says.
No. My darling Finny! No! What was that?! No! Cause he is right, at least be honest and don't put the blame on someone else.
