14 MARCH, 1984
14 March, 1984
I still don’t know if or when I should voice my feelings to Jack. Avery says I should and he doesn’t let the issue drop, so perhaps he’s right. I just don’t want to end up feeling foolish. It seems to happen every time I confront him. Maybe it’s a technique that Jack has used on his friends his whole life. I certainly feel like I matter about as much as his friends do when he talks to me that way. That’s why I’m not saying anything.
Besides, when he’s with me he’s so good at making me forget everything. Just his smile is enough. Just his smile.