Photographic MemoryChapter 15
Heather and I were in my car, driving back to the beach. The radio was on, and the windows were open. It was hot, and I was confused with trying to sort things out while I drove. She interrupted my thoughts. "They told you, didn't they?" "Huh? Told me what?" "Oh, don't start that. A little secret? Something they'd been hiding?" "Shit. Yeah, alright." I looked across at her. "They told me you liked boys after all." "Huh?" "Oh ... that's not ... what little...