Eddie glanced at the page, not necessarily wanting to read it, that seemed intrusive, but because he was curious what language J'mon used when something was just for them. He didn't expect English, and supposed he wouldn't know just by looking (which proved true) but just seeing it was interesting nonetheless.
"I forgot once." His voice sounded a little bit distant, almost remorseful, "I didn't remember most of my childhood for over twenty years." He'd wondered often what his life might have been like if he'd remembered. If he'd had his friends longer. He had to believe that they would have stayed close, even if they were physically distant, if it weren't for the clown making them forget.