“I know,” she said. “My dad told me about the kid in the treehouse. Said you’ve been up there since you were six.”
P.S. The treehouse is definitely a fire hazard. the missing -2014-
Then came the last week of August. Leo was in the treehouse, waiting for her to show up with a stolen six-pack of root beer. She didn’t come. He waited an hour. Two. Finally, he walked across the field, his boots wet with evening dew. “I know,” she said
“I’m Leo,” he said.
