I remember the boy and I standing in a trailer in his driveway. He was staring at me, waiting for me to answer his question. ‘Hug,’ I finally said. It was a bad option, but it was the least bad option. Whenever I looked at the boy – his tracksuit, his freckled face, his small mouth – I knew we’d never be friends. For one thing, he spoke meanly to his dog, and this told me everything I needed to know.
Wicked form
Wicked form
Wicked form
I remember the boy and I standing in a trailer in his driveway. He was staring at me, waiting for me to answer his question. ‘Hug,’ I finally said. It was a bad option, but it was the least bad option. Whenever I looked at the boy – his tracksuit, his freckled face, his small mouth – I knew we’d never be friends. For one thing, he spoke meanly to his dog, and this told me everything I needed to know.