Chapter 13

I led the way, taking command, zigzagging up and along the structure from its pine tree-decorated base to its sun-beaten apex. Both of us complained of feeling lightheaded from the accent as we climbed the smooth steps. I told him, “I used to play here as a child. War. Hunter. King of the Hill. Plunder. All those kids’ games.”

“This place is beautiful.” He scanned the area with interest. “I would have liked to play some games with you here as a kid. We would have had a blast growing up together.”

“Hide and Seek was one of my favorite games. We could have hid together and outmaneuvered the person who was It.”

“I love that game,” he said, following me up the side of the cliff, making our incline together as the hot wind picked up, died, and lifted again.