He grins. Yeah. How did
you know? You psychic,
or something like that?
He is just so cute. Why
me? Whatever the reason,
I actually smile back at him.
“Nope. Not psychic. But
I know California when I
hear it.” How am I doing this?
We start walking. Together.
You ever been to California?
Through the door. Together.
“Yeah. My dad used to live
there. And my aunt. I live
with her now.” Too much info.
But he doesn’t ask for more.
Oh. Do you like San Antonio?
Down the hall. Together.
“It’s okay. It’s really all I
remember.” Too much, again.
“Someday I’ll go back.”
He knows what I mean. Me
too. You can take the kid out
of California, but …
I know what he means. At
least, I think I do. California.
Huh. “Exactly.” Still together.
Summer
ROUSED
From sleep.