Mercifully, the bartender chose that moment to interrupt them and allow Jo to place her order. They spoke quickly with her seizing the opportunity to mask her expression better, she even managed a hint of a smile before he walked away. Jo couldn't get into this with Alfred of all people in South Africa of all places. Hell, she hadn't even truly discussed it with Zach.

"Why does it matter to you?" Jo asked instead, turning to face him for the first time since sitting down. If they weren't friends, if he didn't care enough to respond to anything in her letter, then why force the issue now? Why did he insist on pretending? "What you said, what I said. Why does it matter?"

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