own. You’ll answer the question and then I’ll answer and ask another question. Do
you understand?”
“I think so,” he responded.
“I’ll start off with something easy. And the questions need to be something that
doesn’t need a long answer. My first question. Who is your favorite Monkee? Mine is
Davy.”
“Mickey,” William responded. He looked up at Casey who had her arms outstretched
like she was walking the high wire in a circus. “Favorite song? ‘Gold Soundz’ by
Pavement.”
“’Fade Into You’. Mazzy Star,” she replied then pretended to wobble for dramatic
effect. “Who was your favorite teacher in high school? Miss Shields.”
“Donovan,” William replied. It was one of his social studies teachers. He didn’t
have a favorite teacher. Donovan was the only one whose name he could remember.
“Siblings? I have a sister.”
“Only child,” Casey replied. “How many girlfriends have you had? None for me.”
“One,” William responded. He hesitated for a moment thinking about her question.
She said girlfriends. “How many boyfriends have you had? None for me.”
Casey smirked and hopped down.
“Two,” she told him. “Favorite food? Pancakes.”
“Pizza,” he responded. “Um.”
“BZZZZZZ,” Casey interrupted. “You ran out of time, Mister Further. It’s time to
take you home.”
“Oh, okay,” William responded, hoping he hadn’t failed some test. He enjoyed her
company and hoped they could spend more time together.
For the first time in months, he didn’t feel the weight of his failed relationship