There would have been neighboring houses to visit, parents to call. He could have been hanging out at a friend’s house across town. For any kid other than Jude, there would have been places to suggest. Stevie wasn’t about to squeal their secret just because Aunt Mandy was a little worried about Jude being late. These were all upgrades they’d thought of after the fact, far too late to implement into their original design. If they were lucky, they’d locate a pipe at the scrap yard long enough to make a fireman’s pole. They fantasized about installing a zip line fifteen feet in the air just another way to kill themselves when they weren’t shooting foamy Nerf darts into each other’s eyes or lobbing water balloons at each other’s heads. They’d spent all summer building that citadel, had discussed building another one- bigger and better-after the first was complete. With a single park and a half-mile drag of shops making up Main Street, Deer Valley wasn’t exactly a hip and happening place. “Nuh-uh.” Stevie supposed Jude could have been at the fort, but that was a long trek, one that was boring if made alone. Fractured into a thousand shards of worry.
0 kommentar(er)
