“What are you looking at?”
We were at the water once again, Dougie and I. The summer had been dry, so it wasn’t deep enough for diving. It still flowed enough to tickle when sitting in it, though, like I was, to tickle and tease.
“I’m looking for your name in the stars.” Dougie was standing, his back to me.
“That again.”
He turned. “Our prom…You’d know that, if you’d gone.”
“I know what the theme was, whether I went or not.” I leaned forward and hugged my knees. “Either way, it was inside. There were no actual stars in the VFW basement banquet hall.”
“Come here.” Dougie reached to grab my arm.
“I don’t want to.”
He yanked. “Get up.”
“I can’t.”
“You’re hard, Justy.”
I covered my crotch.
“I don’t care,” Dougie told me. “Well, I do care. I don’t mind. Dance with me, like it’s prom
