Kevin slowed a little and allowed me to catch up. He watched with wary eyes as the school bus pulled away.
“What’s your problem?” I demanded when I reached him, winded.
He took a moment to choose his words as we walked.
“The sleepovers, Jason. I mean… we’re kinda old for those now, right? Don’t you think?”
I was confused. We were 11, we weren’t too old for anything yet. In fact, I often felt too young – the things I wanted most were usually met with that exact response: R-rated movies, a later bedtime, a sip of dad’s beer.
