The kid picked up Ulysses’s beer and brought it to her lips. She still didn’t like it, she just wanted to grow up fast. She tore a piece of bread in half and ate ravenously. She wanted to leave school and beat up the boys who laughed at her. She wanted to speak Italian fluently and get a job and take a train like Evelyn and look back at countless miles of late nights and adventures. She couldn’t imagine herself old, but she could imagine herself no longer young.
