chapter 59

ZAVION

Zavion turned to Henry.

He knew instantly.

Here was the boy who had sent him the marble. In a million years Zavion wouldn’t have guessed that he would meet that boy—Henry—here. How far was Vermont? How many miles? Tree after tree after tree after tree, and all that highway, it was all compressed into this small space. The small, round space between one hand dropping a marble into another.