There was something about Ford's voice, and the way he wasn't looking at Noble, that didn't feel right. Noble swallowed. Maybe he shouldn't have put this on Ford — maybe he should have kept it to himself — because even if he wanted some proof that things had been real, this had maybe been too much. He should have just told Ford about how he almost killed Mrs. Crouch, at least that story had a neat bow on it.
"Yeah, well," Noble said, "I don't think it was ever going to work out anyways, so." He wasn't sure he believed that yet, but he could come around to believing it — plenty of people did not marry the girls they loved when they were fifteen, and they ended up happy and fine. Maybe this whole thing with Daffy had been childish in the first place, something he believed because he wanted to believe it, rather than something that could actually happen.
"Yeah, well," Noble said, "I don't think it was ever going to work out anyways, so." He wasn't sure he believed that yet, but he could come around to believing it — plenty of people did not marry the girls they loved when they were fifteen, and they ended up happy and fine. Maybe this whole thing with Daffy had been childish in the first place, something he believed because he wanted to believe it, rather than something that could actually happen.
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