John stubbed his toe into the sand. “I’m sorry, Mary Alice.” She was crying, and he could see her watching her tears hit the sand just like he had watched his blood a few moments before. He hated her, right? Only, he wanted to put his arm around her, tell her it was going to be okay. He had to think of something to say, something to help her feel better. He blurted out, “You wanna go to a party?”
