18 Chapter 18

“Okay, just sit with us. Can you tell us about Richard?”

“Big, tall, warm.” He paused and I knew he was working at language. “His arms…folded me in, held on. Mouth all over.”

I looked at Ray because we were now to the heart of it. We’d not only intruded on Justin’s grave, we’d rubbed it in that we could have sex and he couldn’t. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “I’m sorry that we called up unwanted memories.”

“Miss him,” said Justin. “Together all…” His mouth worked as he searched for words, but they wouldn’t come. I saw what he wanted only when he ran a hand between his legs.