we hit the street Cricket’s hands stuffed in her jean pockets Amanda yells Babes are foxy her arms in the air we climb in the truck Cricket looks at me Put your seatbelt on Okay I say unsure if she’s mad she smiles at me less big and open and I realize she is shy Cricket’s shy! Cricket’s shy! and I realize how my self absorbtion and fear keeps me from understanding Cricket is nervous keeps me from interacting like a normal person You look really nice tonight Cricket says I look at her profile love her determined face love her the softness of her curls and I feel it in my heart that I can heal Oh cmon you two love birds let’s get some ice cream Amanda says from the jump seat I’m hungry
Melted pistachioice cream spirals down Cricket’s wrist she licks it off driving down 94 one handed we dri
