Chapter 18

you got that right

I got into Yogi’s truck, and Bones hopped in behind me. G leaned through the back window of the cab and licked my face. Gross. I wiped the slobber off my cheek. Yogi climbed into the driver’s seat. “Ya see,” he said, smiling. “G was only teasing about you losin’ a few pounds. She still loves ya!” 

Yogi stuck the keys in the ignition, then said, “Hey, we should celebrate. Let’s go to Dairy Queen for some ice cream!” G barked loudly and did a few circles in the bed of the pickup. 

“Sounds great, Yogi!” Bones said. “But what are we celebrating?” 

G barked again, stuck his head through the back window, and now he was licking Bones’ face. Even the dog knew what Yogi wanted to celebrate: Bones was cancer-free. Of course only Bones the doofus didn’t know why everyone was so happy. 

When we arrived at the Dairy Queen, I was surprised to see that it looked exactly the same as it did in our time; the only difference was, out front there were a couple of gumball machines and a pay phone. It was still early in the morning and the store didn’t open until noon. 

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