Once Bones finally got out, he texted me right away.

Bones: The Skyhawk has landed!!
Lumpy: I thought I told you not to mess around with the end of our summer! Where have you been?? No contact, nuthin!!
Bones: They hooked me into a radiator....had to stay longer…
Lumpy: What!? You’re not a car ya buffoon! Bones: Huh??
Lumpy: Never mind...when you coming over? Bones: Mom says I gotta stay home to rest, Ch-Ching’s coming down and says it’s ok for you to see his phone too. You gotta come Lump...this is gonna be AWESUMM!!

Here goes the big buffoon rambling on again about Stevie’s magical phone. It was way too hot to ride my bike across town. But as much as I wanted to, I really couldn’t say no.

Lumpy: Be over ASAP...if I can get by security

It had been years since I had gone over to Bones’ apartment. I remember riding my bike over in fifth grade, and Estelle was furious. “That Ridgewood Estates area is very dangerous.” The only bad thing to happen in all of Ridgewood in the past ten years was a cat getting stuck in a tree.

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