He looked up at her.
"Thursday night. After the pep rally. You drove me home and we sat in front of my house for a while. Do you remember what we talked about?"
He opened his mouth. She watched him reach for it. She watched it with a kind of horror, the way you'd watch someone pat their pockets for keys and keep patting, and keep patting, and slowly understand that the keys are not there. His eyes moved, left and up, the way people's eyes move when they are searching. His jaw tightened.
"The rally," he said. "We talked about the rally. Coach's speech."
"What else?"
"I don't." He stopped. "We talked about Sandusky. I think. Maybe."
"I told you about Imre," Noor said.