Chapter Seven
Billy, selfless martyr that he was, was adamant on cleaning the oven alone. The sweet secretions of that quick-burning sugar and whatnot crusted into a black layer of sugary charcoal I didn’t envy scraping off before his boss got back. True friend, salt of the Earth.
Billy bid us farewell, walking us to the door. “You kids take it easy, now. This one’s on Billy.”
“Thanks, Billy.” Iluna smiled, and then she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He tried to stay cool, but I saw him shiver with an electricity I knew all too well, though not well enough. “Next one’s on me.”
“Be seeing ya!” She snapped her fingers at us with a grin and turned, walking into the night.
And then she was gone.
There had not been much ceremony in her goodbye, a simple flightiness that offer
