“You do ballet?” Alex interrupts. He’s holding his fork halfway to his mouth and looks like maybe his brain has just short-circuited. “Yeah? Not at a superhigh level or anything, but it’s good for figure skaters. I go to a class through the dance school two times a week on the mornings we don’t have skate.” Alex makes a pained noise. “That’s cool,” he says weakly. “Alex loves ballet,” Jeff says. “He went to The Nutcracker four times in three different cities last year.” “I hate you,” Alex says. Eli is charmed.
