Stormy had never smiled this much over a boy.
She practically floated through my front door, dropped her backpack onto the kitchen floor, and launched into a story before she’d even taken off her sneakers.
« Mom, you’re going to think I’m making this up. »
I looked up from the bowl of strawberries I was slicing, sliding the knife aside and leaning against the counter.
« All right. Tell me. »
« It was on the subway. »
« Of course it was. »
« I got on at Harvard Station because I was meeting Mia d0wntown. The train was packed, and this guy was standing across from me reading ‘The Great Gatsby.' »
I smiled.***
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