Cameron almost laughs, something rueful in his expression, though he finds himself oddly warmed by it even so. She's sweet to try and reassure him, and right, too: she can't imagine it, doesn't know at all what it is he's done or failed to do. Lying to her isn't something he intends to do, but if he can keep it to himself for a little while, he thinks he will. She's not old enough yet for university, so chances are she wouldn't even know about Facebook yet anyway. It's much better to hold it in. What good would venting do either of them? All he'd accomplish would be to spoil her afternoon and embarrass himself.

"Well, I think he's about as interested in talking to me as I am to him," he says. Hands falling lightly against his knees, he smiles, pushes it all down as far as it will go. "And in such a beautiful place with such lovely company, you know, it is, it's very easy. How would you feel about a walk, Jenny? It seems silly to be blocking the door on a day like this."