He pursed his lips together.“Guess not.I still don’t.I think.Except you.”
“Thought so.”
“What’s that mean?”He pulled away a bit, but I tugged him back.I didn’t mean to start an argument.
“It’s okay.It just is.You know?The people on the East side are poor.They stay on the East side.They can’t afford anywhere else.People who live in affluent areas stick to that.Mostly.In places like Dakoda’s, it’s different, but there aren’t many places like that.”
Godwin wrapped his arm around me, pulling me tight.“I don’t have many friends.I know clients and Nancy, who works for me.Contractors I hire.Beau and the guys that work for him.They’re not friends.And they’re not you.”
I put my head on his shoulder.“I feel you, big guy.I don’t know people, either.Not really.Momma and a few friends of the family.I mean, they aren’tmyfriends.They’re hers.The guys on the team.Like you said.Not friends.”
Godwin kissed the side of my head and hummed.
“You do that a lot.”
“What?Kiss your head?”
“Yes.Why?”
He shrugged.“Don’t know.I like it.Do you?I can stop.”
“No.Don’t ever stop.”I meant a lot more than kissing my head.
