Chapter 13“Lucky Number Seven for the Warren Wizards and Springfield Sparks Could Turn Out Unlucky for Both.” Waz scoffed at the Springfield Gazette’s Friday morning sports page headline. We had the day off. Since Springfield classes started in August, we got a long weekend for Labor Day. Waz had invited me over that morning to celebrate his mother’s birthday. He’d picked me up early, just like when we went to school.
“I thought you’d wear your ring.”
Whenever I got in Waz’s car, he took my hand and then kissed me. We had rituals already, and I was going to miss them.
“I kind of lost it,” I told him.
“Oh, no! And it meant so much to you.”
“Means so much. I’ll find it. Maybe today, so I can wear it for my audition. Truth is, I suck at putting things where they belong.”
“That’s where t
