SHE’S GONE. DEAD in the river. He never told me if she was alive before she went in. I was barefooted, sitting on the side of the road when the driver found me. Anthony was still under the bridge with April, I guess. Running in and out of traffic, I cried and screamed, but ain’t nobody care. They kept driving, beeping, giving me the finger ’cause I was in their way. You can smell the river up there, or maybe it’s the bodies that people dump in it, or gas fumes and tailpipes that needed fixing. Everything on me hurt, so I couldn’t fight back. On the way to the car, I thought about April. She helped me and Cricket both at the same time. I ain’t never gonna forget that.