It's a girl. James can't say that he knows a lot of girls, he can't even say that he's spent a lot of time around them. Until recently, they've just been the source of cooties, and they've been a real pain whenever they yell at the boys for running around the jungle gym, like the least bit of noise is a death knell for a tea party. But these days, even girls are more comforting than most of the people who hang around James. More comforting than adults.

Because it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl, they're not gonna ask too many questions about what's happened.

"A letter," James replies quietly, kicking his heels against the step.