Trey lay down next to me in the grass, grasping for breath. We gave up on tickling because of the fear of upchucking all the chips we just ate.

I got into Trey’s lap and he started to play with my hair. “Trey.â€? He looked down at me and smiled.

“You don’t like it?â€? He had twisted my hair into ponytails but it didn’t suit me well.

“You’re kidding.â€? I laughed, pushing him playfully and sitting up.

Trey grinned at me, showing his rows of white teeth that seemed, almost perfect. And then the perfect mouth with the perfect white teeth spoke again. “You wanna know about Jack?â€?

I could tell he really wanted to explain this story to me. As if it would have some kind of significance. “Fine, go ahead and tell me, Trey.â€? I stretched out in the grass to get comfortable. I could also tell that this was going to be a long story.

But who knows? Maybe it will be all worth it. Maybe this could explain some part of Jack’s actions from the past week. I could only hope as Trey began the story.