“… I stuck it under a big rhododendron near the boathouse and as we walk there over a pine-nettled trail I see fireflies, I thought they’d all be dead by now; she slips a hand into one of mine; we drive back to the motel restaurant and order eggs and a steak. …” 

“…  I wondered if it was actually her parents on the phone, but it wasn’t. It was Bryanna’s mother’s mother checking to see if Bryanna had showed up. She, Bryanna, was supposed to call once she arrived at Fortune’s place; Bry had supposedly sped recklessly out of the driveway and had her mom was a little worried. Fortune told Bry’s mom that everyone—everything—was okay and that Bryanna would call her in the morning. Bryanna and I had overheard the phone conversation and we both decided that none of us needed any more personal drama that evening. …”