Ace's Basement by Ted Staunton Page A

“Wait. Watch my guitar.” All at once, I know I have two questions to ask, and they’re not for Denny. One is for when I get home. I have to ask Mom if she is thinking of selling the house. The other I can ask right now. I run down the street. “Lisa! Lee!”
    She turns. I catch up to her. We’re face-to-face. It’s now or never. I pant, “Uh, ah, on, um, Friday, do you, uh, maybe want to do, like, a movie or something?”