   "You just can’t be nice, can you? Everything you’ve done and you still can’t get yourself to be nice to me for five minutes." She laughed. She had no idea where it came from, but she laughed. What else could she do? She’d just spent the entire school year avoiding him, telling herself he, too, had regrets about his place in the war, and this was the conversation they were having? Had all the misery not made him finally grow up?