it, or at least he thought he had.
He held up three fingers in the Boy Scout’s salute, touched the tips of them to his lips, and blew me a kiss. The bus jerked into motion, and he walked away, the hem of his duster swinging.
Staring out the window, I felt nauseated. Had Ivy ever been a part of something like that? Maybe she had accidentally killed someone. Maybe that’s why she wasn’t practicing anymore. Maybe I should ask her. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut so I could sleep at night.
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