The room went quiet. My mother put her hand on my arm. Bradley just looked at me for a long moment. Then he did something I’d never seen him do.
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“You know,” he said, not looking at me, “the rope swing was probably fine. The fecal coliform thing. I was just scared.” The room went quiet
He raised his beer. I raised my sweet tea. We didn’t clink. We just sat there, two completely different people from two completely different worlds, watching the same stars. Then he did something I’d never seen him do
He snorted. “And you’re a menace.”
And yet, every Christmas, there he was. Sitting at my grandmother’s dining table, correcting everyone’s grammar.