18I called Javi late that night. I was talking to him every night by then, but usually a lot earlier. I was just really anxious and just couldn’t sleep. I was worried about Skye. I knew she was upset about George and I hadn’t been in touch with her for over a day. I had no idea if she was sleeping on the street with Max, or had just lost her phone. And we were supposed to leave for Missouri the next day.
It must have been two in the morning when I called Javi, but he didn’t mind.
“Are you okay?”
“Kind of. You sleeping?”
“Yeah, I just got lost at the fair. I was a little kid, maybe three-years old. My parents found me sitting on the tattooed lady’s lap, sharing cotton candy. And now you called, my jellybean.”
“Is that true or just a dream?”
“What’s the difference?” I could hear Javi s
