“Kisses?” “Yeah, kisses. Put a little row of x's in there, too.”
She paused, looking over his shoulder while he finished. “Oh, yes. Put 'P.S.'”
He did. “Um. 'Don't tell any—don't tell nobody. Let our love be a secret for only us two right now.'”
“Why'cha put that in?” “So she'll be sure to tell somebody, stupid.”
Leslie reread the note, nodding approval. “Good. You misspelled 'believe' and 'two.'”
She studied it a minute longer. “Gee, I'm pretty good at this.”
“Sure. You probably had some big secret love down in Arlington.”
“Jess Aarons, I'm going to kill you.” “Hey, girl, you kill the king of Terabithia, and you're in trouble.”
“Regicide,” she said proudly. “Regi-what?” “Did I ever tell you the story of Hamlet?”
He rolled over on his back. “Not yet,” he said happily. Lord, he loved Leslie's stories.
Someday, when he was good enough, he would ask her to write them in a book and let him do all the pictures.
“Well,” she began, “there was once a prince of Denmark, named Hamlet....”
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