Hornet s Nest Ch 02
— Violet The first ‘Keane’ I met was Wesley. He was in my social science class. I watched him for a few days, like I watched everybody. The way he simply sat next to someone, introduced himself, and struck up quick and smooth conversation, was fascinating. Whatever the topic was, he kept it flowing. If talking was an art form, he’d nailed it. It was in every expression he pulled, every simple mannerism – he was friendly. He had a friendly face, attractive in a generic way. Squarish and...