Nineteen
Phoenix
“Kingston,” I plead.
“Sorry, Phoenix. I might have to fly into the bush today or tomorrow. I hate to miss Founder’s Day, but I think the people of Granger would prefer me doing everything I can to save their town rather than singing in a parade.”
“I have to stand out there on the float by myself now.”
“I’ll let you know if it changes, but you’ll need a miracle for me to be there.”
I sigh and pace Juno’s apartment. She’s in the kitchen, pouring the Pringles container upside down to get out the last of the chips.
“Stay safe, Kingston. That’s what’s most important.”
“Hey, it’s me. I always do.” He laughs and says hello to some guy in the background. “Try not to sleep with the music producer.”
“How did you hear about that?”
“You know there are eyes everywhere in that
