Chapter 9“Lucky Charms or Froot Loops?” A frigid March night, dark, breezy, damp, an empty parking lot, except for my 2020 bright green minivan taxi that appeared to flash in different shades when the hideous new school sign blinked a new message, and Waz was testing me with a game of Do You Remember?
“The first night you slept over you chose…” I pretended to struggle with my answer as we still held hands standing on one side of the high school driveway. “Cheerios, because they’re healthier, and then you dumped half a bowl of sugar on them.”
“Did I?”
“You doubt me?” I asked.
“Nope.”
“It wasn’t Friday, though. You left around eleven that night.”
“Right. I slept over for the first time…”
“Monday night, because you didn’t have to work on Tuesday.”
“I knew that.”
“Sure you did.”
Waz
