Fallout (Crank 3)

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.