“J and L?” Confusion showed on that face.
“When you wrote on the window. J and L…two times.”
“Ohhh.” The aisle cleared. It was just the two of us, but Finn didn’t move. “They weren’t letters. It was an arm and a leg. Get it? I can’t draw for shit.”
“No.” I nodded. “Yeah. I can see it, now.”
“You boys need assistance?” Cheryl was always all smiles. She was also probably cold, with the door wide open and January winds funneled right at her.
“I’ll, um, just set Dolly down, and then come back for you,” Finn suggested. “How’s that?”
“I think I can manage.” More pride. Had I learned nothing?
“Nah. We got this. Together.” With Dolly slung over his shoulder, the curve of her body—the case’s—pressed against the curves of his in back, Finn got in front of me. Face to face now, he put up his g
