"Jacy isn't here."
"Why don't you call her Jack?"
"Because her name is Jacy."
"She feels tougher being Jack. I think it's ok."
"Well, Jack is at her grandfather's for the next week, so you'll have to find another friend for a while."
"Bummer. Wonder where I can find another friend," he mused.
"You knew she was gone." I narrowed my eyes. "You told her to dance."
"Yeah, she wouldn't shut up about it. Your old man sounds cool. I've never been fishing."
"He uses it as an excuse to sit in his boat and drink bad beer all day long."
"Sounds fun. That mean you're alone?"
I thought for a full twenty seconds before I nodded. This was a bad idea.
"Invite me in."
Very. Bad. Idea.
"I don't think—" I hesitated.
"Don't think. Just say yes."
AN
Oh, girrrrlllll.
Parades and confetti and over-sized balloon animals for Hadley Hemingway.
Thank you for reading!
xo/HB