Summer's End
Eddie and I sat outside his trailer with the sun hanging over us, watching over everything like a distant god. There was no need for another chair, because I just sat on his lap. Elvis serenaded us from his record player – which he was calling our record player. It was like our icon never even died. He certainly didn’t go anywhere for us. I sighed. “Can you believe school starts tomorrow?” “Summer hasn’t lasted long enough,” he said. “You nervous?” “Very. What if I don’t make any friends?” He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll introduce you to everyone. Things’ll be fine. Every day will be like another date to hell.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. “Gee, you make it sound so appealing.” “We’ll be fine though, you know that?” “Yeah, I know,” I said. “We’ve got each other’s backs, right?” He
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