Grinning seems like very much the wrong response to that, but as soon as he mentions Eddie, it's hard to help. Beverly looks over at him with a knowing sort of expression, eyes bright, not quite teasing. She doesn't want to make too much of it, doesn't want to make him feel awkward or anything like that, but she can't entirely help it. Eddie is her best friend, practically family, and she knows how far he's come these last few months. She's come to really like Jamie, too. And if there's anywhere to talk about something like this, she thinks it's here, out on the quiet streets in the middle of the night, where no one is paying attention to or likely to overhear them. They're out in the open, and yet there's something kind of wonderfully private, peaceful about it.

"Do you like him?" she asks, a little conspiratorial. "Eddie, I mean?"