CHAPTER TWENTY

SHE WAS LEANING OUT of the window and singing. Louie, Louie was the song. By the Kingsmen. My dad’s favorite song. And she was laughing.

“You didn’t think I’d really fall for that weak stuff, did you?”

I considered the next twenty years or so as a mirror person.

“I know all about Gravity Hill, dummy. I was at your pajama party the night after you went the first time. I was in your bedroom mirror.”

She started hooting again.

She was fruit. Just plain fruit.