It’s Monday afternoon when we arrive back in Clifton. Su is still sore, but the doctor said if she takes the antibiotics he gave her, there won’t be any lasting complications from the snakebite. She’s already walking fine, and we have a helluva story to tell our friends.
“Summer feels like it’s flying by,” I say to Su one night a few days later while we sit on her porch, soaking in the “ambiance,” as she calls it. The night is still and the only sound is the chirping of crickets hidden somewhere in the darkness. Su lives in a woodsy area of town, with bigger houses spaced farther apart. It’s not unusual to see deer in her yard.
“Yeah, I wish it would last longer,” she says. “Before you know it, I’ll have to go to the mall and get clothes for school.”
“Oh, don’t mention the S-word. Don’t
