Stories

I didn’t see Cleo again for several days. I wished she’d come over, or at least I’d see her, but there was never any sign. In fact, the house next door looked deserted. I thought a lot about Cleo, about what we’d done, about what she looked like. And used my hand a lot too. A couple of times, I started to go up on the porch and ring the doorbell, but chickened out. The week wound down and Saturday arrived again. Mom sent me out on an errand, when