Chapter 42

“Right?”

He still didn’t answer. “Are we good?” he asked instead.

“I guess.”

“You guess?”

“Shut up.”

“Love you,” Tom Alan said.

“Yeah, whatever.”

Neither hung up.

“God! I love you, too,” Erika said. Then she clicked off.

Tom Alan smiled. He checked his watch. He had just enough time to guzzle half a bottle of water and text Milo before break time was up.

Milo:

Thinking about you.

Tom Alan

Nothing else needed to be said, he decided. Keep the “L” word out of it—that little four-letter bugger Milo might blame on the pill next time they spoke. Butwhat’s my excuse? Tom Alan wondered. I guess on some level, part of me must have meant it.

He headed back in with an ear-to-ear grin, his priorities set, ready to skate. 15

Tom Alan managed a halfway-decent practice after that. Mrs. Mischen was as generous with her praise as she’d been with her scolding. The good words, her smile, sure were a lot nicer.

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