The Ring

WYATT

The next couple of days was a whirlwind.  Kacela took me to some of her favorite places in the city.  Most were pretty cool, and I got to eat some amazing barbecue, but I did have to pretend at the art museum I was interested.  I was standing next to a huge sculpture of a badminton birdie and wondering what the point was.  Kacela snapped my photo while I plastered a fake smile on my face.

She gave her apartment to her mom.  She gave her jeep to Emmett and turned red when he got a little teary eyed.  I really liked the guy, even though he was human.  He genuinely loved Darla, even though there was a fifteen year age gap.  I then chastised myself.  There was almost a century between mine and Kacela’s age and no one was judging me.

On our last night there, we were walking through the Plaza area, enjoying the picturesque lights that they had strung over every flat surface and every tree.  I pulled her into a