just handled it privately?”
I looked out at the maple tree, older now, wider, its leaves moving in the warm night air.
“No.”
She nodded.
“Good.”
I turned to her.
“Do you?”
“No,” she said. “I mean, I hated that everyone knew for a while. At school, some kids found old videos and asked stuff. That sucked.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” She leaned back on her hands. continue reading …
