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“Are you Ace?” I asked, remembering what James had said about my having a boyfriend.
Will removed his black rectangular-framed glasses and wiped them on his pants, which were gray wool like Jamess had been. I would later learn that removing his glasses was something Will did when embarrassed, as if not seeing something clearly could in some way distance him from an awkward situation. “No, I most definitely am not,” he said. “Aces about six inches taller than me. And also, hes your boyfriend.” A second later, Wills eyes flashed something mischievous. “Okay, so this is deeply wrong. I want it on the record that you are acknowledging that this is deeply wrong before I even say it.”
“Fine. Its wrong,” I said.
“Deeply—”
“Deeply wrong.”
“Good.” Will nodded. “I feel so much better that you dont remember him either. By the by, your mans a dolt not to come.”
“Dolt?” Who used dolt?
“Tool. No offense.”
“Leave. Right now,” I said in a mock stern tone. “You go too far insulting Ace . . . Whats his last name?”
“Zuckerman.”
“Right. Zuckerman. Yeah, Im really outraged about you insulting the boyfriend I dont remember anyway.”
“You might be later and if thats the case, I take it all back. Visiting hours only started a minute ago, so hell probably still come,” Will said, by way of encouragement I suppose. “If it were my girlfriend, I would have been waiting outside before visiting hours.”