y anything； he just stood there； listening。 Then when
Mrs。 Loski announced that dinner was ready； Bryce
held my arm and whispered； “Juli； I'm sorry。 I've never been so sorry about anything in my
whole life。 You're right； I was a jerk； and I'm sorry。”
I yanked my arm free from his grasp and said； “It seems to me you've been sorry about a
whole lot of things lately！” and left him there with his
apology hanging wounded in the air。
It didn't take me long to realize that I'd made a mistake。 I should have let him say he was
sorry and then simply continued to ignore him。 But I'd
snapped at him in the middle of an apology； which somehow made me the rude one。
I sneaked a peek at him across the table； but he was watching his dad； who was asking my
brothers about graduating and their plans for college。
I had； of course； seen Mr。 Loski many times； but usually from a distance。 Still； it seemed
impossible that I'd never noticed his eyes before。 They
were blue。 Brilliant blue。 And although Mr。 Loski's were set farther back and were hidden
somewhat by his eyebrows and cheekbones； there was
no mistaking where Bryce had gotten his eyes。 His hair was black； too； like Bryce's； and his
teeth were white and straight。
Even though Chet had called Bryce the spitting image of his father； I'd never really thought of
them as looking alike。 But now I saw that they did