She started writing the list of names on the second-to-last page of her notebook. “So, who else?” she said.
By the end of lunch, we had come up with a whole list of names of kids and teachers who could sit at our table if they wanted.
Most of the names weren’t actually summer names, but they were names that had some kind of connection to summer.
I even found a way of making Jack Will’s name work by pointing out that you could turn his name into a sentence about summer,
like “Jack will go to the beach,” which Summer agreed worked fine.
“But if someone doesn’t have a summer name and wants to sit with us,” she said very seriously, “we’ll still let them if they’re nice, okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded. “Even if it’s a winter name.” “Cool beans,” she answered, giving me a thumbs-up.
Summer looked like her name. She had a tan, and her eyes were green like a leaf.
One to Ten
Mom always had this habit of asking me how something felt on a scale of one to ten.
It started after I had my jaw surgery, when I couldn’t talk because my mouth was wired shut.
They had taken a piece of bone from my hip bone to insert into my chin to make it look more normal, so I was hurting in a lot of different places.
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