He passed her and took her hand again. She wanted to ask where they were going, but she just followed.
It was only a few steps until she realized he was taking her to The Tree. The Tree was their childhood rendezvous point, their secret playhouse up until third grade. She"d bring her Barbies, he"d bring his whatever robot thing he was fixated on that week. So long ago. She looked up. It was still huge, its arms stretching over almost the whole playground. Some of its leaves still clung to branches, fluttering sunlight on her face.
He walked her behind it, then stopped, turned, and took her other hand. He drew in a deep breath. She exhaled shakily.
“Katie Brady, I"ve decided I super-love you,” he said.
Super love? Her note…
Super love?“I love that you danced with me even though everyon
