CHAPTER ELEVEN
Monday morning crawled by slower than a caterpillar. Gabe tried to concentrate on his schoolwork, but how could a guy think about literature and science and history when his mind kept wandering back to the weekend. He had not seen Charley again, which led him to believe he had imagined the whole experience, or else his wish Charley found someone else to pester came true.
He had not imagined his attempt to jump off the waterfall, however. Foggy memories of the roaring falls echoed in his ears. An image appeared before him. I stood at the edge of the falls, water lapping against my legs. I raised my arms. A voice spoke to me, and a cowboy stopped me from going over. He rubbed his forehead. “The rest is unbelievable.”
On their walk to school the next morning, Lindy acted wei
