easily behind my teeth,
and her words melted
between my lips.
“My friends call me Bree.”
Bree? Who Was She?
And where did that name
come from? I’d probably
heard it once in my life!
Pretty name, Bree.
Okay, good call.
Confidence flooded our
brain like hormones.
Our turn. Who was he?
My friends call me Buddy.
Hardly a handle
for a white knight.
Bree asked for the name
on his birth certificate.
Mom named me Adam.
Better. We liked it. So
why didn’t he use it?
(Forgetting completely
about the Kristina thing.)
Hard name to live up to.
Not really. It isn’t hard
to fall from grace. Revisit
Genesis. Maybe I’ll go with
you. Might be fun.
You’re a strange girl.
I had to agree. What