“That guys. Sideburns. You like him?”My back squirms. “You’ve asked me that before.””What I meant was,” he says, flustered. “Your feelings haven’t changed? Since you’ve been here?”It takes a moment to consider the question. “It’s not a matter of how I feel,” I say at last. “I’m interested, but … I don’t know if he’s still interested in me.”St. Clair edges closer. “Does he still call?””Yeah. I mean, not often. But yes.””Right. Right, well,” he says, blinking. “There’s your answer.”

“I’m sorry,” he says.”What? Why?””You’re fixing everything I set down.” He nods at my hands, which are readjusting the elephant. “It wasn’t polite of me to come in and start touching your things.””Oh, it’s okay,” I say quickly, letting go of the figurine. “You can touch anything of mine you want.”He freezes. A funny look runs across his face before I realize what I’ve said. I didn’t mean it like that.Not that that would be so bad.”