Chapter 7
MILO CARRIED THE POTTED chrysanthemum carefully as he approached Britta’s modest yellow house. Dusk had turned to darkness and the light from her living room cast shadows on the lawn scattered with maple leaves. She hadn’t agreed to go out on a date with him, but maybe he could talk to her for a few moments. Hopefully she would like his gift of the autumn flower.
As he climbed the steps to her front door, he glimpsed through the curtains and his breath caught. Britta sat on the sofa next to a handsome man who looked about her age. They looked so cozy on Britta’s sofa, flipping through scrapbooks, laughing, sharing conversation.
Milo’s stomach soured as he stood there, gripping the edges of the potted plant. He thought about turning around and heading home, but his curiosity ke
