Tristan at first seems to ignore us, then he hoists up his pack and approaches the car.
"Yeah?" he grumbles when Aaron rolls down the window.
"Where are you going?" he says, "can we give you a ride?"
He stands there and stares at us quite stupidly. I get out of the car open the trunk. "Throw in your pack and come with us for lunch, anyway."
"Where ya goin'?"
"To the diner up the highway. Come and join us for lunch." Jenn pushes open the door. Without arguing, Tristan pitches his backpack in the trunk. I slam it shut. And he gets in the car next to Jenn.
He says nothing as I get in and restart the car, and on the way to the diner, there is only silence in the car. No one seems to know what to say.
There is only one car parked by the diner. Presumably it belongs to Tommy. The others all had been waiting behind for us to figure out what to do with Tristan, and now each one pulls up as well in the driveway. We all tumble out onto the asphalt parking lot, like children on a school field trip: Carl's car, with Michael, Matthew, Aaron and Jesús; George, with his husband, Jeff and Francois, Lazarus, and Adam...
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