xxix. fireworks/date
Wednesday.
"Is it really that big a deal?"
"It is! Who watches the fireworks alone? No one! I bet you'd have a whole gaggle of people to watch with you!"
Raeger didn't. He couldn't deny the possibility of it, if Oak Tree's young adult population totaled more than five people. And maybe if Corona weren't married—to Gunther, who was literally Oak Tree's surrogate father, of all people. Wasn't he a tad old for her?
Fritz slumped on the counter before him, a sad grimace twisting his freckled face. Raeger sighed in resignation.
"Alright, Fritz. Stop moping; I'll go with you."
raeger's saltiness is so ironic because corona is at both sides of the spectrum: dates younger boy, marries older man. gotta love it
