“Good to know,” she says. “Because my grandparents live on the Island, and I’ll be coming over to visit them at Thanksgiving.”
Whoa! “So can we get together?”
“Maybe.”
“Just maybe?”
“Just maybe,” she says. “Don’t push it.”
I join the crowd and board the ferry.
I find a seat near the walk-off exit. I’ll need to run when we dock to make my bus.
The ship’s whistle sounds, and the ferry sails.
I stare out the window into the rainy darkness.
Who knew I’d stop being friends with Lug?
Who knew I’d meet a girl like Spring?
Acknowledgments
With thanks to my family and everyone at Orca.