“What’s your name?” Anson asked Luke, whose mouth had dropped open. Luke stood there, almost like he’d lost his voice, mouth opening and closing before he said, “Um…Luke…Luke…I’m Luke. You’re Anson Hawkins, and you’re Darren Edwards. No duh. Why am I telling you both who you are? You know who you are. I’m gonna stop talking now.” Luke’s cheeks flushed pink.
