“Tommy DeMarco was gay?”
Leah looks at me,
stunned.
We had decided to stop
off in a small bar in downtown Wheaton.
It was Thursday, and the
place was dead.
We picked a table towards
the back, away from the small gaggle of businessmen looking for a little
extramarital extra credit.
I had told Leah
everything Sebastian had told me.
“Maybe that was why he
acted out so much. Not like Wheaton Prep is the most welcoming atmosphere. A
true conservative red blip in a solid, true blue liberal state.”
When she was done dealing
with the revelation about Tommy DeMarco, I told her about my letters.
I wasn’t looking forward
to the question I knew would come.
“So, who exactly is
Cherish DuPree?”
That was the first thing
out of her mouth.
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