George said, “What did he say to you when he was leaving?”
“He said he"d see us at graduation.” My cheeks, not liking the falsehoods, twinged.
“Did he really?” I heard the voice of a kid offered chocolate.
“He"ll be here if he can.” I told him to think how impressive he would be sitting on the stage with the president. I warned him that a secret service detail would be with him. I suggested George might plan a dinner. “George, imagine the pictures in the newspapers, the national TV coverage. You might even be on YouTube.”
All in a dither, George said, “Fritz, you"re right.” I was "Fritz" again. “I have a lot to do. Will you help me?”
“Of course. We"ll all help. But don"t start telling anyone yet.” Ashley"s smirk let me know he got it.
George turned to Ashley. “Sure, George, you can c
