“You never told me your name.”
“It’s Abigail,” I told him with a smile, “but you can call me Abby. Everyone does.”
He smiled wide. “Okay… Abigail.”
I waved goodbye a second time.
“It was nice to meet you, Abigail. And I don’t want to see you out this late again. It’s a school night.”
I laughed. “Yes, Mr. Foster.”
I was smiling when I walked back into the trailer, and thankfully there was no one there to notice the stupid grin on my face.
The next day, I looked like I had been punched in the face. I’d actually been stung twice on the one eye. Izzie asked me if my dad had punched me. I told her about the black flies, and about the incident with my dad, the usual story, and all the while I was smiling like a creepy clown, thinking about Gavin Foster.
