“I’m afraid of heights,” I tell her, shrinking back. “Since when?” she asks. “Since I was seven years old and Harry Cheesewater pushed me off a jungle gym.” “Oh yeah, you broke your arm, didn’t you?” She smiles. “And wasn’t his name Chesswater?” “Lo made up his nickname.” Good times. She snaps her fingers in remembrance. “That’s right. Lo put a firecracker in his backpack in retaliation.”
Good old Lo🤭
