Part 39 (1/2)

”Of course we're okay,” Clay says, looking sideways to Wally, Joanie, and Luke. He clasps hands with Wally and looks back to Hannah. ”Six-Pack for life.”

Hannah steps toward them. Wally meets her eyes. His smile is gentle and steady.

”What do you say, Han?” he asks.

Hannah feels her smile all over her body, from the roots of her hair down to the bones of her feet.

”We thought an evening bike ride would be really cliched and disgustingly romantic,” Luke says.

”Which is how we knew you'd like it,” Joanie says.

”Come on,” Clay says, tilting the bicycle at his side. ”I've got ice-cold c.o.ke and a bag of chips in my booksack. We'll make a picnic out of it.”

Hannah turns to Baker. ”Did you plan all this?”

Baker pulls her eyes away from the group to look at Hannah. ”Maybe.”

They hold each other's eyes for a second, and then Hannah swings her smile from Baker to the others. ”I'm down,” she says.

Wally holds his extra bike out for her. She steps forward to take it, thanking him with disbelieving eyes. He pulls his lips up in a smile.

Clay balances the other bike as Baker steps forward to take it. She kicks her sandals up onto the pedals and looks sideways to Hannah.

”Ready?” she asks.

”Ready,” Hannah says.

They bike away from the yard, first Clay, then Wally, then Baker, then Hannah, then Joanie and Luke laughing in the back. They bike down Olive Street and into the core of the Garden District, and Hannah watches Clay's booksack flapping with the wind, watches the evening sunlight glint off Wally's gla.s.ses when he turns his head to the side, hears Joanie and Luke's shouts of laughter behind her, feels Baker's presence at her side. Clay raises his hands in the air-his left hand with all five fingers spread apart, his right hand with just one finger pointing in the air-and they all copy him, whooping and yelling before hastily grabbing onto their bikes again. They ride over pebbles and patches of dusk-colored sunlight, underneath the spread arms of the live oaks and the promise of their green leaves, past houses full of people and rules and prayers and magic. Hannah looks at Baker, and Baker extends her hand outward into the s.p.a.ce between them, holding it palm-up for Hannah to take, right there in the heart of the garden.

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