“I was thinking,” I said, “maybe we can ring each other over the summer? I mean, maybe we can exchange numbers or something?
Will shook his head, and my heart plummeted. “I don’t have one of those phones.”
“Oh.” My heart stopped plummeting, and I laughed at his wry tone. “Really? What about at home?”
He shook his head with a slightly odd look on his face. It cleared away almost instantly, though.
“How do you contact anyone? How does anyone contact you?”
“Letters, of course.” He smiled slightly.
He meant email, of course, but I played along anyway. “Okay, what’s your address?”
“Wolverhampton House.”
I paused with the note application open on my smartphone. “Yeah, but what about outside here? What about your pare—”
I cut myself off abruptly and pretended to type something. I’m not the only one with parental issues here. I’d never once heard Will talk about his family.
“I don’t know where they live,” he said, facing the sky again.
Nobody knows better than me to leave it at that, so I didn’t say anything else.
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