Chapter 7

Jonathan knew that by talking further to Kyle he risked getting hurt even more deeply. There was an old soul part of himself that understood that Kyle might have been protecting him, shielding him from something as awful as the prospect of someone else. Although he didn’t know how that would be possible, when he considered how much time they’d spent together. When would Kyle have time? It also occurred to Jonathan that maybe Kyle was just being more mature than he. They were, after all, little more than boys, hardly able yet, anyway, to lay claim to being men. Perhaps Kyle simply realized he was tying himself down too young and maybe wanted more of an opportunity to play the field, to experiment, to see what life was all about on his own.

Too, there was Kyle’s mysterious past, the home life he always was reluctant to talk about. Maybe a key was buried there…

Whatever. They needed to talk more. “Mom? How did you get so wise? Of course you’re right. We need to talk more.”