Chapter Seventeen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I left Reed Taylor standing in my driveway and headed to the flower shop on the far end of town. We had a big garden when I was a kid, full of daylilies. I packed the flowers up carefully and hopped back onto the bike. It was a good long drive, and it was getting dark when I arrived at the cemetery.

I had been here so many times that I could walk the place blindfolded. I stepped carefully past the tattered flags and broken stone. My boots didn’t make a sound on the soft grass. I knelt down by a double stone that had two names carved on it.

“Hi, Mom,” I said and kissed my fingers. I pressed them to her name. “How are things going there?”

I stopped for a second. I wasn’t really sure what to say. I forced a smile just in case she could see me. And it made me feel braver, more confidant. The last thing I wanted to do was curl up and cry on my parents’ graves. I am not an orphan in a Charles Dickens story. I’m more . . . Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Only not cute and perk