“Sam,” Terrence warned, palms open and outstretched so he could reach mine. “Come here.”
“Make me.”
“Sam, don't make me do this.” He fiercely whispered, taking another step towards me, but I inched backwards then looked down on the ground. We were maybe twenty feet high in the sky, on the tight rope, on a piece of frail wood that could snap at any moment and then we fall.
“Sam, get back here!” Terrence shouted, impatient.
I took a step back, looking down again, then back up to him.
“Sam?”
Grinning, I waved a hand at him, fingers raised up. “One,” I counted, putting my other pointer finger on my right pinky. “You said I had an 'F', a frail heart, Terrence – and it's frailer than ever before.”
“Two,” I began again, taking another step as he shouted for me to stop. “You say your dad fi
