Out on a Limb

by Hannah Bonam-Young

“There’s no guarantee for any of us. We just have to do the best with the time we’ve got,”

“I’m going to friend the shit out of you, Freddie McNulty.”

She’s wearing leggings and a cute, oversized sweater with the word Velaris written across it. I think that’s from a favorite book of hers, but if I ask, we’ll never get out of here on time.

Other times, when the music calls for it, he plays air guitar or drums and throws his body around the kitchen for my amusement as I finish cleaning up.

“I’d do it all over again to be at that party,” he says. “To meet you. To get Gus.”