The Writer Gets Introduced
“Are you implying that I lied?” he asks, voice so quiet I have to strain to hear him.
I was a bit lost for words…maybe it’s his real name—but then again, maybe he’s just an awfully good actor. I opened my mouth, and then shut it again, remembering the way he wrenched my hand last night.
“It just seemed a little…coincidental,” I whispered, holding Scooter close to my chest.
“It’s spelled R, A, I, N, E,” he said, spelling out the name.
“I still don’t believe you,” I grunted, and squished Scooter for comfort. Scooter licked my chin, and I stroked his head.
Raine sighed. “Would you believe me if I told you my full name?”
I thought for a moment, and then nodded slowly.
His face reddened slightly, and he took a breath. “My mother originally named me Ahaziah Raine Hirsch…happy now?”
I tilted my head at the last name.
Now it was my turn to turn red.