I turned left out of the driveway. The car squeaked. Georgia glanced at me sideways. I pretended not to notice.
“So,” I said, “are you excited about prom?” ShopParty Decor
“Sure.”
“Are your friends going to be there?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind of music do you like?”
“Lots of kinds.”
“It does that,” I said. “My uncle says it has personality.”
“Okay,” Georgia said.
The radio came on by itself. A man was shouting about mattress sales. I turned it off.
When we pulled into the Ridgeview High parking lot, it was packed. There were limousines lined up by the front doors. Kids in tuxedos and sparkly dresses were taking selfies on the steps. Somebody had rented a white Hummer. DiscoverDresses
I parked Uncle Frank’s Buick between a BMW and a pickup truck with a flag in the back.
I turned off the engine. I remained briefly with my hands on the wheel.
