Page 145 of Hot Tea & Bird Calls

“It’s funny how those memories slip by.”

“Ugh, you’re right. I wonder if she even remembers.”

Skye turned slightly, meeting Celene with a soft intensity. “Of course she does. This—” she tapped the glass on the frame with a cyan polished fingernail, “is unforgettable.”

“I believe you.” Celene eyed the natural fuzziness to the photo, of the old deck’s dark sienna and the red in past Skye’s sneakers. “Dragonfruit?”

She heard Skye’s smile in her, “Dragonfruit.”

“You’re still my favorite part of the summer.”

They grabbed their tea, closed their home, and rode out of Goldfinch Lane.

Summer would end soon, but they had infinite seasons ahead.