Emotion brimmed up in my own eyes, and I spoke in a soft voice. “You’re always trying to rescue me,” I said. His forehead creased with confusion. “What do you mean?” he asked. I knew he probably didn’t even remember this, but an old memory made images flood into my mind. I’d been around eight at the time, and I’d been out one morning riding my new bike around. I’d been thrilled when my Mom bought it for me, because it was all shiny and pink, and then Wesley Hoss from across the road had strolled over to me with his little gang of friends. They’d started teasing me about my pink bike, and then Wesley had pushed me off it. As I sat on the ground in tears, my elbows grazed and my shorts splattered in mud from a puddle I’d half-landed in, they’d all laughed uproariously at my embarrassment until Drew had shown up. He’d been collecting tadpoles in the creek behind his house and must have heard me crying, and he’d torn across his yard and headed straight for us before shoving Wesley.
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