Have You Ever Listened To The Rain At Night?

Chapter 8

"So, friends, huh?"

"Yep," Logan replied, while sitting in his room with Kendall, playing video games.

"That's cool."

"So you don't think I made a mistake?"

"No, not at all."

"She'll come by to visit me. Tomorrow."

"Will you tell her what's going on?"

"Do you think I should?"

Kendall thought for a moment. "Well, no, not yet. On the other hand . . . how long do you think you can keep it a secret from her?"

"It's not like I'm keeping it a secret on purpose. I just don't want this to be over before it actually begins. But she's pretty smart, so I think she'll figure it out sooner or later. The only question is how she will deal with it."

"Well, I haven't had much interaction with her yet, but I think she'll be fine."

"I hope so . . ."

"Have things gotten any better since you've been home?"

"More or less."

Kendall nodded understandingly. "I told you before, my mom is always willing to help."

"Yes, I know. But I think we can do it on our own."

"Okay, if you say so."

Camille didn't know why she was nervous. Technically there was no reason for it, and yet she was. Even her hand trembled slightly as she pressed the doorbell. When she heard the footsteps in the house, she got even more jittery and then he stood in front of her, smiling brightly. "Hi."

"Hey," she answered and was glad that he couldn't hear the nervousness in her voice.

"Come in," Logan said calmly, waving her inside. Camille gratefully obeyed. "How are you?"

Logan shrugged. "I'm fine. Do you want me to show you around?"

"Yes, sure."

So Logan started showing Camille around the house. When they reached the upper floor, Camille was surprised that Logan just walked past two doors without any comment. She stopped. "What about these rooms?"

Logan turned around, a slight wrinkle appeared on his forehead. "These two? Oh, just my parents' home offices."

"That makes sense," Camille said. " Were they always supposed to be home offices?"

Logan suddenly looked extremely tense. "Well, originally it was just one room. And my parents had many ideas about what to do with it. But when I got my diagnosis, the most logical thing for them to do was convert that space into two offices, so they could always be there for me when I was having a bad phase."

Camille immediately noticed the odd tone in his voice. There was no reason for Logan to lie, and yet she had a strong feeling that there was something he didn't want to tell her. But why? She would have liked to ask him that question, but she didn't want to destroy things between them, so she asked, "Bad phase?"

Logan waved off. "Yeah, you know, when I'm not in the hospital, I get medication. But sometimes the meds aren't working well, or my immune system is just having a bad day, or days, that depends."

"Does this happen often?" Camille asked, now with a slightly worried tone in her voice.

"No, not often. Don't worry about that."

Unfortunately, it was too late for that, and Logan seemed to notice, because he said in a more cheerful tone, "Come on, I'll show you my room."