Zane always came.
He always sat at the far end of the table.
We were halfway through dinner when Jeremy set down his fork.
He never looked at Jeremy for long.
And he always left before dessert.
That year, Jeremy watched him from the second he walked in.
We were halfway through dinner when Jeremy set down his fork.
The sound was tiny.
Finally, he pointed at Zane.
It still silenced the room.