Carrying the FlagChapter 8 Hadiya Sleeps Over
I wanted to put my arm around her but it was too hard to coordinate lurches as we headed down the empty hall from our lockers. We were both limping, her leg and my ankle. Cheering practice hadn’t gone well. At least we could hold hands, so long as I was on her left. “Do you think we should walk home like this?” Hadiya asked “You mean, like, naked?” “Yes!” she hissed enthusiastically, giving my hand a squeeze. Her first day in The Program and she’s suggesting walking home naked? We’d...