“That car got you this job,” Frank told me, seriously. “Never forget it.”
“It almost made me late.”
“It made you calm under pressure,” Frank said. “That’s personality.”
Georgia came too.
She’d driven down from school that morning. After the ribbon cutting, while everyone was eating sheet cake in the break room, she pulled me aside and handed me a flat package wrapped in brown paper.
“Open it,” she said.
It was a framed photograph from prom, from under the balloon arch, the one where we were both laughing with our eyes closed. ShopParty Decor
But that wasn’t the one in the frame.
The one in the frame was a different picture. Theo must have taken it on his phone. It was me amid the dance floor in my grandfather’s gray funeral suit, doing the invisible bee dance. My arms were bent and swinging. My face was scrunched up in total concentration. Behind me, Georgia laughed so hard she was bent over with her hand on her knees.
