Chapter SixteenSlate
“Are you free this Saturday afternoon?” I ask Karina, holding my phone with one hand and typing on my laptop with the other. I’ve already sold my basketball tickets for Saturday’s game to a Craigslist scalper to make this event happen and not be out any money. Now I’m searching for a good, decently priced florist. Figuring out refreshments will have to wait until I get a guest head count.
“Not really. Why, what’s going on?”
Maybe I’m just stressed out, but Karina already sounds skeptical.
“Well, Penny died yesterday, so . . .”
“Oh no!” she says with genuine sympathy. “Keaton must be so upset.”
“She really is.”
Remembering Keaton’s tears makes my heart clench tight. When she called yesterday, she sounded so broken. I didn’t even wait for her to tell me what had h
