Sorry, Lu, I’ve got to get to work.” She walks
down the steps to her car. “I’ll be home at
ten. And I’ll bring home any mistake pizzas,”
she promises. “What kind of mistake are you
hungry for?”
“Any! But pineapple and ham would be a
nice mistake,” I say.
“Gross,” she says, but then grins. “Just
kidding. By the way, I’ve got some new ideas
for our coffee shop. Let’s talk about them over
pizza when I get home.” She waves and gets
into her car.
Kasey backs out of the driveway and drives
past the bridge. My eyes stop on the gray
iron rails.
After writing their names this summer, two
couples have already broken up. Apparently
graffiti doesn’t keep you together. I think about
the bridge that night as I’m falling asleep. I
have to find out more. And I know where to
do it.
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