“After you met that girl, right?” Something changed in James’s posture then, as we leaned against each other. He went rigid. “Not this story.” “Oh, come on.” Isa rolled her eyes, and told me, “He never shut up about her. Not once, not for a second. What was her name? It had something to do with a song, right?” “A song?” I both did and didn’t want to know. “Yeah,” Miguel agreed, and started to sing it. “Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine.”
