Part 93 (2/2)
”No. I don't think so. The guards are always there, so I've never had
a chance to be, really.”
He hesitated, one hand on the door handle. It wasn't like he was stuck
on her or anything, he told himself She was just a kid. ”Maybe I'll see
you at the beach tomorrow.”
A woman's heart fluttered in her young chest. ”Maybe.”
”I could give you some pointers on the board-you know, help you with
your form.”
”That would be great.”
He got in, fiddling with the keys before starting the engine. ”Thanks
for the c.o.ke and everything. It was really far out getting to meet your
dad again and all.”
”Any time. Goodbye, Michael.”
”Yeah. See you.” He drove down the tree-lined drive, nearly steering
onto the lawn because he was watching her in the rearview mirror.
HE WENT BACK to the beach every day, but he never saw her there again
that summer.
THEY mD AN hour before bed check. An hour before Sister Immaculata
shuffled her way down the halls in her black, sensible shoes to poke her
disapproving, warty nose in each of the rooms to make sure all music was
off and clothes were neatly hung in closets.
They had an hour, and Emma was afraid it was going to be enough time.
”Are they numb yet?”
”I don't think so.”
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