Have Summer Patched | We-ll Always

“If I stay,” I said, “it can’t be like this.”

I laughed, because that was what we did. We laughed to keep the thing at bay. “You want me to stay for a plum ?” We-ll Always Have Summer

My throat closed. Outside, the light was turning gold and then amber and then the particular bruised violet that only happens over water. A motorboat puttered somewhere far off—someone’s father, someone’s husband, someone who knew exactly where home was. “If I stay,” I said, “it can’t be like this