Bonnie

"Do you want to come over to my house today? My mom went out to get groceries and I'm alone-"

There was a thud on the other end. Not even a minute passed and the doorbell rang. I let out a laugh, then bounded down the expansive steps of the front foyer. There he was, his wide grin and bright blue eyes that peeked through the glass of the front door. He waved, then hugged me as I opened the door. He told me how much he had wanted to see the inside of my house, but felt that it wasn't polite of him to ask without being invited. I almost said that, of course, he can come over, but then I immediately told him to take off his shoes. They're caked in gravel and wet sand.

He pulled them off, then slid on the marble in his socks. He told me that his brother is getting his driver's permit with his dad and that it was perfect timing for him to sneak out of his house. Not that they would care much, anyway, he added. I told him that this probably wasn't true, but he shrugged. He suggested that we play outside. The clouds had cleared and the storm from last night passed. It was an early day in March. The snow had melted and there was more mud than grass.