"Obviously," was her only response. She'd just had his hands up in her hair, with oils. It would have been a miracle if she'd come out of there without looking like a rat's nest was slowly forming. "That's why you're going to wash it, right?"
She stepped forward, onto the floor in front of him, and let go of his hand. Then, he mentioned he went to JFK. Finally. He'd answered her question. "I know you do." Well, she hadn't known per se. But she'd had an inkling. If he was friends with Wes, it stood to reason that they went to the same school. Right?