Rachel snapped the lid onto her cup, and I left them standing there. Behind me her voice rose:
“You already asked her?”
Daniel mumbled something.
“What?”
“Rachel, not here.”
“You texted her about him?”
I kept walking toward Michael, who presented me with an impressively ugly waffle.
“You’re welcome.”
“You heard that?”
“I think half of Columbus heard that.”
I accepted the plate. “Thank you.”
“Who am I today?”
“My cousin.”
“That seems unnecessarily factual.”
Beyond the breakfast tables, Rachel no longer held Daniel’s hand.
Chapter 3: The Man He
