Our school held a volunteer convention on the main lawn of the campus. It was surrounded by brick buildings and a few ponds on three sides. Statues were displayed randomly over the lawn, but I knew it wasn’t by accident when the crisis hotline booth was placed next to the angel statue. She was in gray stone, her two eyes watched wherever you went, and her tight curls were in dire need of a new perm. The wings had been sculpted to arch upwards as if she were about to push into the air and fly away.
She freaked me out.
I dropped into one of the vacant seats behind our table and announced when someone sat beside me, “I named her Eileen.”
“Uh… okay.”
Did my ears detect? I looked and was rewarded. Emily had sweetened the pot with Adam, but I hadn’t let myself hope. Now, I did.
Adam looked
