Him
“There’s something I don’t understand.â? Trey said, days later as we lounged in his backyard.
“What?â? I asked him.
“Why did Jack do all those things? He couldn’t possibly … like you, right?â?
“Um … I don’t know.â? I shoved a hand full of chips in my mouth so I couldn’t reply anymore. Trey answered his own questions anyway.
“Naw, he probably didn’t like you. He probably just had some major issues or something. Maybe he was sick.â? Trey grabbed a chip and waited for me to swallow mine.
I sighed and entered the conversation, “Like mentally?â?
“Uh huh. Then again, I guess I do remember us when we were little.â?
“What happened then?â? I didn’t know where the conversation is going, but oh well. Any conversation with Trey has to be a good one. It is him.