“This is all mine because Adam got it for me. I’m the only one with my own room, though.” He gestures around the space. James is nodding so quickly his head is wobbling on his neck. “There are other kids here?” I hope I don’t look as horrified as I feel. I watch as he exhales the tension from his body. He runs a hand through his hair and I watch as the muscles in his back flex, tight, pulled together. I’m lucky, though.”Īdam is dropping our bags onto the couch. “Benny stays with me a lot, but mostly I’m here alone. He shoves his hands into his pockets and nods. “You live here by yourself?” I ask James. “I didn’t make it,” Adam protests, chuckling. “Adam did it,” James says, proud, puffing his chest out a little more than necessary. “I love it,” I say, out loud or in my head I’m unsure. I manage to pick my jaw up off the floor. “You like it?” Adam is grinning at me, amused no doubt by the look on my face. The cold, lonely memories of my childhood can’t even compare. It feels more like a home than anything I’ve ever seen. Green and red and orange hues, warm lamps softly lit in the large space. A thick rug, soft chairs, one sofa stretched across the wall.
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