Chapter 3“Hmm?” Casey made the same sound I had, another one of those things I imagined by sight. “Sorry,” he signed. “What?”
I nodded toward the phone and raised my red brows again.
“Oh. Nothing.” He swiped his hands as if he could erase what he’d signed. “Something. Love. Slick says I love you. Like he says it to me.” Casey made the shaka gesture and added the index finger.
Eli and I had puzzle pieces and poetry I wasn’t currently allowed to express even if able. Eli and Casey had that.
“You didn’t know?” I had no way to ask. Maybe I didn’t want to.
“Like he used to say it.” Casey looked away.
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When Eli and I first got together, we celebrated every silly little made-up holiday we could find, from National Marriage Proposal Day, to National Dare Day, to National Get Naked Da
