“I’m fucking past nervous. I’m numb.” He laughs, then drops his voice. “I just don’t want to end up on rival teams again.”
“No shit. And hopefully not on opposite ends of the country.”
“For real. What about you? Any place you’d like to end up?” Seaborn asks.
I glance over at Wolfe. “Not the south.”
“Second that,” Wolfe adds, then asks Ktytor, “What about you?”
“Is not that important. Like Seaborn said, something to make our life easy, mostly.” Ktytor smiles over at Seaborn.
As much as I want to dislike him, I don’t.
“Can I sit with you guys?” Mark says sheepishly.
“Dopey!” Ktytor stands, opening his arms.
“Don’t fucking start, Snow,” Mark warns.
It takes me a second to process what was just said. “Wait, do you call him Dopey?”
Ktytor laughs hard. “Is true.”
“This is the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard.” Wolfe bursts out laughing.
“Fuck off, all of you.” Mark acts like he’s going to walk away, but Ktytor grabs him.
“Sit. I promise I won’t tell your new team.” Ktytor pulls out a seat for Mark.
“Is it okay?” Mark asks me and Wolfe again.
“It’s cool with me. Wolfe?” I ask.
“Fuck yes. We’re good.” Wolfe holds out his fist.
Mark bumps it, then sits a little awkwardly.
“How’s my sister?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“You’ll have to ask my lawyer.”
Wolfe gasps. “Really?”
“What happened?” I ask because my mom hasn’t said a fucking word.
“I stayed for a couple of weeks, hoping I could get past the lies.” Mark breaks eye contact, staring off into the distance. “But living together, I noticed more and more lies. Then I started to feel like our entire life was a lie and that I’d never be able to trust her.”
Wolfe puts a hand on his shoulder. “I’m really sorry, man.”
“Not your fault. I’m just glad I know.” Mark offers a slight smile.
“Is better for you. She is already hooking up with Levitt,” Ktytor says, and everyone turns to look at him.
Levitt is a pro goalie for Boston.
“Are you kidding?” Mark asks, shaking his head.
“Sorry. Sleepy told me.”
