toward the loading doors, then back at me.
“I have to help with a delivery.”
“Of course.”
“See you around, Wesley.”
I liked hearing my name in her voice. I liked it enough that I stood staring at the apples after she left until another customer asked whether I was in line for something.
At school on Monday, a student asked whether the Roman Empire had suffered from bad internet.
He asked with such complete confidence that several classmates began nodding before realizing what he had said. I managed to
