Chapter 10Johnny and Casey?
Johnny found me at my desk late one evening the next week as he made his initial rounds. He’d marked the first day of March with a poem about us and Eddie’s impending breakthrough with his lady love.
Every Lion, every lamb
every chimp, every man
two Is better than one.
I wasn’t startled by his touch. I knew it right away. “Hey.” He wrote it with his fingertip at the nape of my neck.
“Hi.” I stood for a kiss. “Happy Mardi Gras!”
“It’s still Read Across America Day,” Johnny stated. “Tuesday doesn’t start for a couple minutes.”
“Bummer. I have beads in my desk. I was hoping you’d flash me.”
The day before, I’d sent videos I’d made down in Casey’s lounge, videos of me signing passages from Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights, and some o
