SUMMER
Saturday arrived with the particular bright energy of a day that has been planned for.
I left the estate early — before breakfast, before anyone could offer to drive me or ask questions — and rode into town on Elara's bicycle with two missions. Mission one: find a birthday gift for a guy who had everything and expected nothing and would probably be delighted by a nice rock if it was given with the right energy.
I found it in a vintage shop on the high street — a silver harmonica case, old and slightly tarnished, with a wolf etched into the lid. It was dented in one corner and the clasp was stiff and it was perfect. I had it wrapped in brown paper because Maddox struck me as a brown-paper person.
Mission two was Maya.
She was waiting at the coffee shop we'd agreed on, vibrating
