“June,” he says, looking at the name card I drew myself with a small sunflower on the top right instead of at the book. “Is that short for anything?” “Just June.” I humbly shrug. “It’s my favorite month.” “No it’s not,” I say, a laugh escaping me. “It is,” he says, giving a single nod. “The end of school, the start of summer. What’s not to love?” “No, see, this is why October is the best month.” I shake my head. “Nothing beats the autumn weather, and from October on, you have Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas to look forward to. It’s like the Friday of months.”
