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The rooht when I stirred I reachedin reets , pressedout of bed is always an ordeal The thought that last night was all a drea," Shannie's voice called fro at the table in front of the , her notepad on the table in front of her

"Morning," I ht raced in my mind I watched Shannie cap her pen and stow her notepad in her backpack It didn't really happen? I needed to look no further than listened in the sunlight I breathed a sigh of relieve

"Checkout is in tenon the bed next to me She put her arms around me and whispered into my ear Her breath tickled "

"Huh," I asked hugging her back I had ood dose of what she was talking about, but it wouldn't be until seven and a half years later that I'd know exactly what Shannie was sorry about

On the road, an uneasy silence settled between us Resting in the passenger seat with li wind, an occasional strand sucked through the open h her Oakley's on the highway The radio graced us with Black froed from the Baltimore Harbor tunnel Shannie broke our silence "Do you believe him?"

"Believe who?" I asked

"Calvin," Shannie answered

"Why would he lie?"

"I' enough to give o to Atlantic City?"

"Sure, why not I don't have anything better to do"

"That's the spirit"

We can finally put this to rest, I thought My mind jumped to Calvin "I saw it happen, I saw it all" His eyes pleaded his point "And you see, you don't have to be in co Lee knew so was up He told me so Said he had to keep an eye on Mitchell Mitchell was a grunt in Lee's squad as showing signs of coue"