"That would have been Kenny. he died around that time."
"I'm sorry." And she does seem genuinely sorry. Perhaps also a little, and appropriately embarrassed. "What happened?"
"It was officially suicide, presuming that he jumped off the lion's Gate Bridge."
"You say presumably."
"There are a lot of unanswered questions."
"Could you tell me a little about him please. You see, when I was a kid, I used to see him, and all of you, you and your dad I mean coming and going. I must admit I was enormously curious about all of you."
Kenny was a former drag queen, a transvestite hooker we took into our home and he became part of the family, is what I could tell her, but I really don't want to satisfy her appetite for scandal, or not just yet. So, I am merely saying, "He was an environmental sciences student we came to know. He fell on hard times and we took him in."
"Hard times?"
"Yes."
"Nothing else?"
"Not really. Look, I just got a text from Carl and they are wondering where the hell I am, so I had better get back before they send out a search party...".
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