Tim, Dan, Anne, and Beth
Stupid girls. I kicked the ice over our heart, but then I stubbed my toe. Right through my shoe, and almost fell down. “Hey, you’re Dan, right?” I looked up, and Annie shut the door. “I’m Elisabeth, but you can call me Lisa, or Beth, or whatever you want.” I brushed the ice pellets off my pants, and picked my way carefully back over to the street. “I don’t want to go in her house just to watch them make out, so can I come over to your house?” She hugged her arms. “It’s still pretty cold out here.” “Okay, I guess. Watch your step.” At least the mound over the curb was salty, sandy, and slushy from the trucks driving back, and forth, but she gave me her hand. “Let me help you.” That …