It’s not. I know it’s not.
I race down the hall, the perfectly polished length of hardwood, and turn so hard into the stairwell that I slip, catch, almost fall. I right myself and thunder down the stairs, not caring who’s heard, Yolo in quicksilver black-cat pursuit.
I throw open Syd’s front door. The grass is heavy with water, and I glance down hoping for tracks, for a sign that someone besides me was here.
I sprint to the street and look up and down. I can’t see anyone.
I jump in the car, Yolo right behind me.
Which way to go?
Left, or right?
I don’t want to lose them.
47.
once
SAM
Hey
JULY
hey
SAM
what’s up
JULY
not much
Working on this manifesto thing for the team
SAM
A what?
JULY
Like a mission statement, maybe? A creed? I don’t know.
SAM
Let me guess. Syd talked you into it
JULY
sort of
I also kind of volunteered because I didn’t want it to get too weird. It started out as an oath but now we’re calling it a manifesto
SAM
Got it
