Chapter 11“Lucky didn’t last very long.” I hated being a dark cloud when there were enough of them overhead. “We’ve done the pretty memories.” The sign had changed itself before I could pick a letter. “How about we talk about the ugly ones now?”
“So none of it was good for you? That whole summer was just completely awful?”
No way could I say that. “The first few weeks were great. After that…” No way could I forget that bad stuff, either. “I think we should get back in the cab and go. Rishi was right. Rain’s coming.” So I offered up a weather forecast instead. “My finger says so.”
“So does my hip.” Waz grunted again when his feet hit the pavement once he slid down off the sign. “Imagine us at fifty, sixty, seventy-five…”
I smiled as he came around to the front.
“You pictured us in bed,
