Run by Keplinger Kody

Author:Keplinger, Kody [Keplinger, Kody]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-06-28T04:00:00+00:00

After my grounding was over, Bo and I became inseparable. Not just at school, but everywhere. She spent nearly every Friday night at my house, and she must’ve been growing on my parents, because when she wasn’t around, they asked after her. How she was doing in school, if she’d taught Utah any new tricks, that sort of thing. Mama even asked once what she liked to eat so that we could have one of her favorite meals for dinner when she came over next.

But Daddy was the one who’d really taken to her. Probably because she laughed at his jokes more often than Mama and I did, and he loved talking to her about Utah, who camped out on our back porch whenever Bo was over. It was more than that, though. He even defended her when Grandma made a comment about rumors that I was spending time with “that harlot.” Daddy stood up for Bo real fast.

“She’s a nice girl,” he told Grandma. “And it’s sure hard to imagine she’s doing all the running around people seem to say when she’s at our dinner table most nights.”

I gave Daddy so many hugs in the days after that, he must’ve thought I’d lost my mind.

Daddy was also the one who convinced Mama to let me go out with Bo sometimes. Not to parties. They always had an excuse why that wasn’t all right. But sometimes they’d let us go grab some fries and a milkshake at Marty’s, a little fast-food place down the road. Colt almost always met us there, but we didn’t tell my folks about that. They may have liked Bo, but I wasn’t sure they could handle me spending so much time with a male Dickinson.

But the more time I spent with Colt, the more I realized how wrong people were about him. He was quieter than Bo, but obviously very protective of her. He seemed more like her brother than her cousin. And when he smiled at me—a smile so wide even I could see—it gave me this fluttering feeling in my stomach.

And sometimes, just occasionally, when our legs would brush under the table or he’d touch my shoulder for an instant—it made me think again about what it might feel like to kiss him. And I knew I was gonna be sad when he left for his new job in January.

Not that I’d told Bo that, though. It was one of the few secrets I kept.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you” had become our little game. We played almost every time we were alone together, and I devoured each detail I learned about Bo.

Like that her full name was Isabo June Dickinson.

Or that she was deathly allergic to bees and, because of that, was terrified of them.

Or how when she was eleven, her mama brought home a German shepherd puppy without any warning. She’d bought the dog from a guy in the next town, who was selling pups for cheap. Bo’d named her Utah after seeing a picture in a travel book.

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