Chapter 47
I take my time unlocking my bike from the lamp post.
“Nice to see you, Portia,” Randy says.
“Can I ask you something?” Quick, before you leave.
“Sure.”
“Do you . . . have a girlfriend?”
Randy turns to face me. “Yeah, pretty much. You know Denise Laughton, right?”
Who doesn’t? “Of course.”
“Denise and I have been, like, going steady for a year or so. But things have not been good lately. Denise hasn’t been happy. She won’t tell me why. But I guess we’re still going steady.”
Oh, my God, Randy! If you only knew. If I only knew, for that matter. But you are so nice.
I remind myself that Randy and I are nothing more than friends.
“Portia? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I turn from Randy and stow my bike lock inside its fitting. I’m getting out of here now.
“Portia?” Randy pla
