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Tomo did not join them. Kami saw that he had taken one of his violent fancies to Ash, the way he had taken to lemonade, Mr. Stearn’s bulldog, and his favorite toy race car that had burned with everything else in their house. He walked happily alongside Ash, holding on to his hand, and clearly wished for nothing more.
Ash seemed alarmed to have been so firmly taken possession of by an eight-year-old. He and Tomo fell back a little, until they were walking with Jared and Kami.
“I am so sad about my underwear,” Kami announced, and Ash looked as if he regretted all of his life decisions.
“Not in front of the little boy!” he said reproachfully. “Anyway, you were saying that you would borrow clothes from Holly and Angela.”
“I’m the third tallest in my class,” Tomo informed him, with the air of one out to impress. “And I know all about underwear.”
“You heard the man,” said Kami. “Besides which, no. I cannot possibly borrow underclothes from Holly and Angela. Bras especially.”
“I know,” said Jared.
“Oh, you do, do you?” Kami inquired. “And how do you know, may I ask?”
There was a slight flush along the lines of Jared’s cheekbones. “Observation.”
It was probably sad that this cheered Kami up, but Jared usually seemed so wary about her body, the physical fact of it, that the simple knowledge that he had been looking did please her. She leaned back infinitesimally closer into the warm line of his arm around her shoulders, the warm line of his body against her side.
“Kami, would you maybe stop mentioning your unmentionables,” Ash said, spoiling the moment.
“I shall not,” Kami told him. “It’s a serious problem. I am, and I mean this absolutely literally, in need of support.”
I’d suspect you of going funny in the head from smoke inhalation, said Ash, but you always talk like this.
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