d at the gran
s had gone cold. The driver rolled down his window, and from the
the Ledger
caught in
dg
arder than she
s the iron gate creaked open, s
dg
uldn'
Not here.
tightly, knuckles pale. Her lips did
, she tried
coinc
gut knew
view-majestic, glowing with warm lights, soft laughter s
inside Mildred
ed out of
oor o
here
nr
und the edges. Bu
the way his presen
idened, just for a second..
locke
thing she had buried, the fear, the fury, the guil
idn't
er di
ck gently. Crizzle stepped
enry," Mikey said,
said n
didn't
em with a warmth that almost masked the i
g closely, something had c
was e
zine. Laughter, wine, clinking s
couldn't t
ss from her. He bar
silent current running benea
hing was off. She felt it in the way her mother's smi
ile, kept che
us about the fo
secret of
dn't hold i
ing. He stood slowly, his chair scraping
at. "Sorry, I didn't plan this.
ly at his parents,
ice tr
er for a while now. And I know... we're still young, and figuring things out, but I want to do thi
p intakes
ed against her plate
idn't
zen, like ice s
e glass hun
en
" they both sho
ped. The ro
ground played on, odd
ned sharply
inked. "
ll like a
of the table, Mil
elty. Not ev
heart
e you a
ersity – Firs
late, but he might
some freshman already locked in a battle with a jammed vending machine. The sun threw golden streaks over the redb
oogle Maps had failed him for the third time. First day of college, an
sed, and a little bossy
his part of your brood
ed, eyebro
rd, and a tote that was bleeding art supplies. Her hoodie had paint stains i
cialize in rescuing first-years who thin
ed, then immediately tripped
"Right. Not
eat crawling up his neck
canvas and offered him a smi
t even h
as they walked toward
ik
terious. Sounds like someone who broods in the lib
hate
ew
as the dean started his welcome speech. Mikey tried to focus, but C
iced this speech in front
"More like ten. With d
a glare from a stud
e, but he knew Crizzle's favorite band, the name of her cat (Pick
, the sun had shifted, casting lo
place near the dorms that sells decent
ead the way, Res
zle talked fast jumping from art to music to her high school arch-nemesis who once ruined her mural with a
d, licking ketchup off her thumb. "Everyo
"Damn. Straight
ious
. "My dad wanted me in business school. Said
ere yo
s dropping to his sk
for the first time. "Well, screw busi
a brow. "Ar
g it palm up. "See? These are the hands of some
ight, but her w
n't pu
rest of her soda. "Anyway. That's
t to look flustered. "Let's go
d me at
all, they paused o
4," Criz
rinned.
t him. "You'
op
if you turn out to be secr
miss me
her smile lingered. "See
ke that, sh
nd still holding the elevator button, h
lieve in fat
er? It didn't